In the pale evening glacial yellow rims the west. The bound creek bears hollow sounds to the muskrat's nest. The shadow of a bull Withholds the light. His silhouette tyrannizes night, Bids winter halt. His muscles bulge With the proud and taut restraint of known fertility. He finds no fault when muzzling air He scents some earth-freed omen there. He treads across the frost-ruts, lost to light's reflection, Impatient in the dusk to pass the seed of his perfection. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES THE GREAT BLACK CROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE DOOR-BELL by CHARLOTTE BECKER TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE SUNLIT VALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE VISION by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |