Sunday, March 18, 2018

Laraine's horses

More snow last night but let's fire up the Tardis for a trip back in time. From November, Laraine's horses. And one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets.

"To-night the very horses springing by
Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream 
The streets that narrow to the westward gleam 
Like rows of golden palaces; and high 
From all the crowded chimneys tower and die 
A thousand aureoles. Down in the west 
The brimming plains beneath the sunset rest, 
One burning sea of gold."

from Winter Evening
by Archibald Lampoon

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