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WILD HORSES - ARIZONA, by                    
First Line: Seeking high shrines of quietude, I found
Last Line: Brushing the mane of swift exultant death.
Subject(s): Animals; Arizona; Horses


Seeking high shrines of quietude, I found;
Warm with the south and like first chaos, still;
The cloister of a gaunt old hermit hill
Nearer to God than any brother mound.
Stark, for the lash of wind, and autumn browned
It suffered red assaults of beauty till
Submerged in blood that crimson sunsets spill.
My heart knelt. . . then -- wild hoofs crashed into sound.

Up, up, they galloped in a frenzied surge
Of liberty. I felt its ardent breath,
Laughed and ran forward (O the glad mad urge!)
To their encounter. By a twentieth
Of my brief length I missed them; on the verge
Brushing the mane of swift exultant death.





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