Horses At Midnight Without A Moon Poem by Jack Gilbert

Jack Gilbert

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Horses At Midnight Without A Moon

Rating: 4.8


Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 25 July 2016

Nicely written poem. We know the horses are there in the dark meadow because we can smell them,

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Brian Jani 10 May 2014

I like this poem jack, nice work

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Brian Jani 10 May 2014

Well written jack

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Jack Gilbert

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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