Sunday, June 9, 2013

Louise Erdrich: "Spring Evening on Blind Mountain"

I won't drink wine tonight
I want to hear what is going on
not in my own head
but all around me.
I sit for hours
outside our house on Blind Mountain.
Below this scrap of yard
across the ragged old pasture,
two horses move
pulling grass into their mouths, tearing up
wildflowers by the roots.
They graze shoulder to shoulder.
Every night they lean together in sleep.
Up here, there is no one
for me to fail.
You are gone.
Our children are sleeping.
I don't even have to write this down.

"Spring Evening on Blind Mountain" by Louise Erdrich, from Original Fire: Selected and New Poems. © HarperCollins Publishers, 2003.  

Photography credit: "Two Horses Graze in a Field of Texas Bluebonnets," by Rob Greebon Photography (originally color).

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