I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare
To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill
And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop--docile and omnipotent--
At its own stable door.
.............intriguing, the poem titled train is identical.....I feel train is a better title, simply because it brought the metaphor alive ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem it talks so calm and harsh and has so much by passion about this horse.
are you so insane