Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Blessing: James Wright

I saw these two ponies when I was at an art festival last weekend and immediately thought of James Wright's powerful poem. Here it is:

A Blessing

James Wright 1927–1980

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.


LKD said...

What wonderfully plump ponies.

And of course, what a s'wonderful poem.

It's the kind of poem that reminds me why I love poetry so damned much.

All of the photos above the ponies are glorious. The goats creep me out a little bit...but I've always found goats to be a little spooky. Something about their eyes.

Maggie said...

I loved the ponies best, but the baby goat was so cute. It was a good day, for which I am most grateful in light of the tragedy that has occurred since that day. How little we know or can know in the day to day of our busy little lives.

I thought the pics turned out pretty well. Thanks, Laurel!