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| Artist Marie Bortolotto 2016 |
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| Art by Marie Bortolotto 2016 |
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| Art by Marie Bortolotto 2016
Horses at Midnight Without a Moon
Our heart wanders lost in
the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the
castle of doubt.
But there's music in us.
Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up
again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin
inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk
with us later
as long-legged beauty
through
the dirty streets. It is
no surprise
that danger and suffering
surround us.
What astonishes is the
singing.
We know the horses are
there in the dark
meadow because we can
smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a
man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells
flowers
and realizes the snow is
melting
out of sight on top of the
mountain,
knows that spring has
begun.
Jack Gilbert, American Poet 1925 - 2012
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