Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, RIDING SONG, by ISIDOR SCHNEIDER


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RIDING SONG, by                    
First Line: Oh sun, oh good comrade, good friend
Last Line: Will be but a change of the weather.
Subject(s): Horseback Riding; Sun


Oh sun, oh good comrade, good friend
you must have a wife to go home to
or you'd not let this stoneless day end
but stretch more horizon to roam to.

On my right side you joined me, good friend,
on my left side you gallop, back darting
gold dust from your heels; and the wind
is draught of your wide departing.

Must we leave without tokens? Yours
is singed on my cheeks. Oh, I'd spare me
my saddle, my belt, my best spurs
to know that in friendship you wear me.

Here safely I tether my horse
to his ten-yard dish of pasture.
On dry sticks dry fire I strike
and pull on its warmth for bed vesture.

My senses creep back in my skin;
my eye, the darkness has steeped it.
I am left an islanded mind
as large as memory's heaped it.

But my island's no sealed solitude.
My mind is in call of a presence,
and like day that was spiced of you, sun,
my night all tastes of her essence.

In the height of my head she rides
as you rode the height of heaven.
By her blush so lovingly spurred
the driver knows not how he's driven.

To my hand she's as reachless as you
but aroundly close as noon flushes,
her caresses draw tides in my blood
yet are lighter than your ray touches.

On the dustless earth of a dream
we three shall ride out together
all nations, all ages; and death?
will be but a change of the weather.





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