The Dream

O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose.

Coward complete, I lay and wept on the ground
When some strong creature appeared, and leapt for the rein.
Another woman, as I lay half in a swound
Leapt in the air, and clutched at the leather and chain.

Give him, she said, something of yours as a charm.
Throw him, she said, some poor thing you alone claim.
No, no, I cried, he hates me; he is out for harm,
And whether I yield or not, it is all the same.

But, like a lion in a legend, when I flung the glove
Pulled from my sweating, my cold right hand;
The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
Came to my side, and put down his head in love.

by Louise Bogan

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An interesting poem and the story of fear in dreams about the terrible horse. Though may be the entire episode a poetic imagination it felt so fantastic imagination in the poetry. likes.
Odd that this poem has become the Poem of the day, brought to our attention by fate... As I look through the other comments below I see my own name... Funny though. Perhaps it is my age, memory slipping, too many things on my mind maybe. Because while reading the poem I did not recognize it, except for the nagging feeling that this poet has completely enraptured my heart and soul.... If nothing more it certainly convinces me that my own love for poetry is certainly consistent... And that I love Louise Bogan...
I like the last line. It implies how a can be tamed with a touch of a hand.
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