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| Henry Taylor |
(1975)
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| Riding A One-Eyed Horse | ||||
| One side of his world is always missing. You may give it a casual wave of the hand or rub it with your shoulder as you pass, but nothing on his blind side ever happens. Hundreds of trees slip past him into darkness, drifting into a hollow hemisphere whose sounds you will have to try to explain. Your legs will tell him not to be afraid if you learn never to lie. Do not forget to turn his head and let what comes come seen: he will jump the fences he has to if you swing toward them from the side he can see and hold his good eye straight. The heavy dark will stay beside you always; let him learn to lean against it. It will steady him and see you safely through diminished fields |
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