Robert Wrigley Poems
- The Other World So here is the old buck who all ...
- Kissing A Horse Of the two spoiled, barn-sour geldings we ...
- Moonlight: Chickens On The Roa... Called out of dream by the ...
- Finding a Bible in an Abandone... Under dust plush as a ...
- EARTHLY MEDITATIONS The Afterlife 1 Spring, and the ...
- Anatomy of Melancholy Lucy Doolin, first day on the job, ...
- After a Rainstorm Because I have come to the fence at night, ...
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The Other World
So here is the old buck
who all winter long
had traveled with the does
and yearlings, with the fawns
just past their spots,
and who had hung back,
walking where the others had walked,
eating what they had left,
and who had struck now and then
a pose against the wind,
against a twig-snap or the way
the light came slinking
among the trees.
Here is the mangled ear
and the twisted, hindering leg.
Here, already bearing him away
among the last drifts of snow
and the nightly hard ...