In the pale evening glacial yellow rims the west. The bound creek bears hollow sounds to the muskrat's nest. The shadow of a bull Withholds the light. His silhouette tyrannizes night, Bids winter halt. His muscles bulge With the proud and taut restraint of known fertility. He finds no fault when muzzling air He scents some earth-freed omen there. He treads across the frost-ruts, lost to light's reflection, Impatient in the dusk to pass the seed of his perfection. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 3. AFTER THE CLUB-DANCE by THOMAS HARDY TO A CHAMELEON by MARIANNE MOORE AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL THE HONEYSUCKLE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE STRAYED REVELLER by MATTHEW ARNOLD |