Please take this shy Spanish girl whom they say you resemble and ride with her, here are the field poppies damaged by night, here your blue slumber, your horse. Take this prayer, which you must surrender in order to understand, as in moments when you are reduced to the truth. When you are ready, the beasts will be there. Let silence go through your heart, the mild horse your blue one already stirring toward morning, where it will be white. |