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Mule Song

Mule Song

Silver will lie where she lies
Sun-out, whatever turning the world does,
Longeared in her ashen, earless,
Floating world:
Indifferent to sores and greengage colic,
Where oats need not
Come to,
Bleached by crystals of her trembling time:
Beyond all brunt of seasons, blind
Forever to all blinds,
Inhabited by
Brooks still she may wraith over broken
Fields after winter
Or roll in the rye-green fields:
Old mule, no defense but a mule’s against
Disease, large-ribbed,
Flat-toothed, sold to a stranger, shot by a
Stranger’s hand,
Not my hand she nuzzled the seasoning-salt from.



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