Today’s post isn’t necessarily a poem, however the words are poetic enough to call it poetry in my book. Written by Rabindranath Tagore a Bengali poet who lived from 1861-1941.
The Horse Would Run For No Reason
Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire…. The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.
Something Longer?
If you are looking for a longer rhyme, be sure to check out Fair Girls and Gray Horses by one of my new favorites, William Ogilvie. Plus stay tuned for next week’s new rhymes.