Saturday, June 28, 2014

The Horse Thief Comments

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There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyon's lip.
His mane was mixed with the moonlight that silvered his snow-white side,
For the moon sailed out of a cloud with the wake of a spectral ship.
I crouched and I crawled on my belly, my lariat coil looped wide.
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William Rose Benet
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Chester Roundtree 20 September 2020

We had this poem in our literature book in high school in the early 1950s. Now and then the last line pops in my head. I love this poem.

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