Awake. A dab of numero uno in the smoking pipe. The whole table in Montana loves each other. They are relaxing from a long day's sleep. The women are beautiful and clean, the men young and ambitious. They verge on taking over something not quite comprehensible. The dance begins. Libidinous. A horse's nose is pressed against the kitchen window. It seems the very room wants to rise up and screw but these are the sons and daughters of an @3entre@1 act, of Calvin, pre-Korean, middle Nam. And their eyes are pink with hopeless energy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. BLUE HOURS: 1. CLOUD-HORSE by RICK BAROT THE LAST OF AUTUMN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TAPESTRY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER by ROBERT BROWNING |