A thunderpulse of rhythmic speed encased Between enameled steel and air-shod hooves. A four-toned voice in cachinnation phrased, And twin moon eyes for swift nocturnal moves. Within glass walls are tufted seats for seven, And reins tied in a circle's easy turning Into the gates of Limbo or of Heaven -- Both keep their light of welcome always burning. This view is personal and not, of course, Worth much in bird opinion. For since This oily steed made obsolete the horse There is scant food. Birds on each roadside fence Rejoice when death comes to this imitator And pluck the insects from his radiator. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 9. LOVE A TICKLISH GAME by PHILIP AYRES COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION THE PICTURE OF A FINE GENTLEMAN by SOPHIA (RAYMOND) BURRELL THE SECOND BAPTISM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |