Text of Poem | Returning to the gate at close of day I watch their feet plunge softly in the snow The three of them are winter owners here They spend their day in nosing over some They nuzzle at my sleeve and kiss my face, We walk together through the open gate Heads deep in hay they soberly concur: And so in peace within their stoic shed |
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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. 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. |