Friday, January 25, 2008

582. Poetry Break - Louis Glück

The sun is setting behind the mountains,
the earth is cooling.
A stranger has tied his horse to a bare chestnut tree.
The horse is quiet - he turns his head suddenly,
hearing, in the distance, the sound of the sea.

I make my bed for the night here,
spreading my heaviest quilt over the damp earth.

The sound of the sea-
when the horse turns its head, I can hear it.

On a path through the bare chestnut trees,
a little dog trails its master.

The little dog - didn’t he used to rush ahead,
straining the leash, a though to show his master
what he sees there, there in the future-

the future, the path, call it what you will…

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