Horse-bathing Parade - by
A few clouds float across the grand blue sky,
/ The glorious sun has mounted zenith-high,
/ Mile upon mile of sand, flat, golden,…
horses
Sainless - by
I hae stuid an hour o the lown midsimmer nicht
/ til twal o the knock i the leelang glamarie-licht
/ by…
What the horses see at night - by
When the day-birds have settled
/ in their creaking trees,
/ the doors of the forest open
/ for the flitting
/ drift of deer
/ among the bright croziers
/ of…
The twa cuddies - by
As I cam roon by Tinto’s back,
/ I heard twa cuddies haein a crack.
/ I heard yin tae the tither say,
/ ‘Wha will…
Spring in the Valley of the Racehorse - by
He tenses against the hot
metal of the starting-gate,
eyeballing the wide swatch
of flat green
Shangtu - by
From The Journals of Marco Polo, I. 61
/
/ At Shangtu he keeps a stud :
/ ten thousand mares and geldings, all white…