But often at night something asks the brain to ride, run riderless; plumed night swirling, brain riding itself through blackness, crazed with motion, footless against the earth, perhaps hooves imagined in lunacy; through swamps feared even in daytime at gallop, crashing through poplar thickets, tamarack, pools of green slime, withers splattered with mud, breathing deep in an open marsh in the center of the great swamp, then running again toward a knoll of cedar where deer feed, pausing, stringing the bow, chasing the deer for miles, crossing a blacktop road where the hooves clatter. ̺ ̺ ̺ On a May night walking home from a tavern through a village with only three streetlights, a slip of moon and still air moist with scent of first grass; to look into the blackness by the roadside, and in all directions, village, forest, and field covered with it: eighteen miles of black to Traverse City thirteen miles of black to Buckley nineteen miles of black to Karlin twelve miles of black to Walton Junction ̺ ̺ ̺ And infinite black above; earth herself a heavy whirling ball of pitch. If the brain expands to cover these distances... stumbling to the porch where the cat has left an injured snake that hisses with the brain, the brain rearing up to shed the black and the snake coiled bleeding at its center. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER FROM ITALY by JOSEPH ADDISON THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL DEATH AND THE LADY; THEIR BARGAIN TOLD AGAIN by LEONIE ADAMS ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS PETITION OF A SCHOOLBOY TO HIS FATHER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |