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Three Old Horses

Text of Poem

Returning to the gate at close of day
the horses walk together all the way,
one is a solemn roan, the others gray.

I watch their feet plunge softly in the snow
giving a plain account of where they go
but not revealing much of what they know.

The three of them are winter owners here
though who sold out to them is still not clear,
there’s a farmer back behind it all, I fear.

They spend their day in nosing over some
problem beneath the snow, at dusk they come
as all do on a winter’s eve, toward home.

They nuzzle at my sleeve and kiss my face,
and feel that they have said with this embrace
we welcome you to your accustomed place.

We walk together through the open gate
in quickstep for the early dark seems late
to those who know where food and shelter wait.

Heads deep in hay they soberly concur:
all grass is flesh, and nod as if it were
a truth with which I could make quite a stir.

And so in peace within their stoic shed
they let me choose at will what I am fed,
and while I watch the night they sleep instead.

First Line
Returning to the gate at close of day
Original Pub Location
Original Publication Date
1951
Original Citation
Man and His Field. Denver: Allan Swallow. 1951. 24.
Complete Poems
85
Hearst Collections
Word Count
203
Manuscript

To read an essay comparing the different drafts of this poem, click here. 

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Permission to reproduce work from the James Hearst Papers has been granted by the Special Collections Department of the University of Iowa Libraries.

Poetic Form
closed
References and Commentary
https://hearstarchive.uni.edu/exhibits/versions-three-old-horses
Observations
Unusual (for Hearst) use of the triplet rhyme scheme.
Themes
Twitter Quote
The three of them are winter owners here / though who sold out to them is still not clear, / there’s a farmer back behind it all, I fear.