The rider Victory reins his horse Midway across the empty bridge As if head-tall he had met a wall. Yet there was nothing there at all, No bodiless barrier, ghostly ridge To check the charger in his course So suddenly, you'd think he'd fall. Suspended, horse and rider stare Leaping on air and legendary. In front the waiting kingdom lies, The bridge and all the roads are free; But halted in implacable air Rider and horse with stony eyes Uprear their motionless statuary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE IN A BREATH; TO THE WILLIAMSON BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON |