Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VACANT STALL, by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY First Line: I went into the barn - the west was red Last Line: And feel your velvet nose against my cheek? Subject(s): Animals; Death - Animals; Horses | ||||||||
I went into the barn -- the west was red; The last beams shone into your vacant stall. No more your gallant, high-flung silver head Is lifted eagerly to hear my call, For honest, kindly Silver King is dead. They say you had no soul, my Silver King. They cannot prove it. In some future scene, When I, too, from this earth have taken wing, I'll look for you amid those 'pastures green'. Oh, will I find again the friend I seek, And feel your velvet nose against my cheek? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL THE LITTLE HOOFPRINTS by ROBINSON JEFFERS ROAN STALLION by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES DANCERS AT THE MOY by PAUL MULDOON CRAZY HORSE SPEAKS: 3 by SHERMAN ALEXIE AT THE VILLAGE DEPOT by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY |
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