Horses gallop over the vast plain. <br />Going where? <br />Going to look for the head of the Dauphin that is rolling <br /> down the stairs. <br />The spirited horses shake out their long blue manes. <br />One holds in his teeth the white dead actress he drew from <br /> the waters, <br />Others carry the wind's message to vanished explorers, <br />Others carry wheat to peoples abandoned by their leaders. <br />The lean blue horses whinny toward the airplane, <br />Pound the hard earth with their shining hooves. <br />They are the last of an old race, man's companion. <br />He will replace them with mechanical horses <br />And throw them into the abyss of history. <br />The impatient blue horses have closed off the curve of <br /> the horizon, <br />Wakening trumpets in the dawn. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by W. S. Merwin<br /><br />Murilo Mendes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horses-28/
