HOLD power between thy knees; yea, string thy wrists To govern surges with a bitted thong: These can transfer thy will and leave thee strong As if thy hips continued his who twists. If thou wert made another way about, Power in thy forearms that must yet grow down, Wouldst thou not stretch them thoughtlessly, unshewn, Discovering leaps and gallopings thereout -- Never bewildered by four sounds beneath, Nor thought that two must mean another nigh? (Thus man is shaped to lift his arms on high And tends to adoration as to breathe.) Wouldst think that resting has no need to cower, And, stayed on four dewed legs, slumber upright Like a hoar Druid thing made huge by night. When thou wouldst fight, then couldst thou rear and tower. Thou wouldst not fear, though hid and even pied, The colour of thy children when unborn; Thy strong accepting heart would judge man's scorn -- Who loves strange hair but spurns a darker hide. Yet wert thou thus a horse thy sideways glance Would see man large and unfamiliar; Eyes' covert nature wary and aware, Loose tender mouth would make thee dumbly man's. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL KEATS TO FANNY BRAWNE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |