Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Wild Horses

A. Y. Winters

I AM amazed at the joy of the horses.

They beat on the earth with small round sharp hoofs;

They cut the face of the earth to wrinkles,

And thunder their life and lust in God’s face.

They sweep in a curve like smoke of a prairie fire

(So they must seem to God who watches)

Weaving a pattern of grays and browns

That shifts and swirls—a magian’s carpet—

That flows and swirls like smoke in a crystal.

Above, the intent face of God who watches.