Thursday, February 12, 2009

dead horse, Arizona, 1940

Lines from the Antigone

The wonders of this world are numberless,
but none of them more wonderful than man
who broke the spirit of the mountain bull,
yoking its lathered shoulders to his plough.
He saddled the wild stallion, windy-maned,
and rode the ocean with his plunging prow.
All creatures of the sea and earth he named,
taming them with the nets cast by his mind,
and yet-against the forces of one wind,
the last tempest of death, he cannot stand.

--Timothy Murphy

Eliot Porter

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