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⌈ Secret Post #2598 ⌋

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Re: What's your favourite poem?

[tabaqui]

My very favorite poet is Maxine Kumen. I also very much like Robinson Jeffers, W.H. Auden, Byron and Bronte, and Ezra Pound. Most favorite poem is a hard one....

When i was a kid, i would check out the same book from the library over and over, mostly because it had (what i now know to be) a snippet of Byron's 'Mazeppa' in it. I can still recite it to this.

With flowing tail, and flying mane,
Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscarred by spur or rod,
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on,
As if our faint approach to meet;
The sight re-nerved my courser's feet,
A moment staggering, feebly fleet,
A moment, with a faint low neigh,
He answered, and then fell!
With gasps and glazing eyes he lay,
And reeking limbs immoveable,
His first and last career is done!
On came the troop - they saw him stoop,
They saw me strangely bound along
His back with many a bloody thong.
They stop - they start - they snuff the air,
Gallop a moment here and there,
Approach, retire, wheel round and round,
Then plunging back with sudden bound,
Headed by one black mighty steed,
Who seemed the patriarch of his breed,
Without a single speck or hair
Of white upon his shaggy hide;
They snort - they foam - neigh - swerve aside,
And backward to the forest fly,
By instinct, from a human eye.

I was a horse-mad kid, and there was a gorgeous drawing of a horse, and..... Yeah.