male The Poetry Center at Smith College
   


Poems by Joan Houlihan

Froze by winter blast

[THEN AY KNOW my horse]

[COLD HEIGHT, SEED-soaked]

 




THEN AY KNOW my horse,

let alive and out of days,

hide now paled, hind legs slow

to drag, lower head to lift,

hoof-split, burred and rough from the dirt.

Strange when Ay speak to him.

Tremble runs under him.

What owned him fills him.

Same horse Ay tamed are you the same?

Mane-tangled, lank, and under brow,

hims eye as from a coal half-burnt

sparked up. Ay pulled my body on-

start, rear, run-

and did not loose but stormed and shaken

held as leaf to stem. Sky could hear

the finding cry Ay made.


from AY

(Tupelo Press, 2014)


 

 

 

 

 

 
         
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Spring 2014