Gedicht
Jill Jones
DREAM HORSES
DREAM HORSES
DREAM HORSES
Where are your eyes?Nothing has prepared us for this.
What is earth?
There’s a pain that remembers bone and horn.
Is the sky above?
Only figures in a landscape.
How fast is the wind?
Even the broken floats in dreamland’s waters.
Do you remember when?
You will know when you see us.
Will you take us with you?
Born into the boundless plain.
How long have you been here?
Our names were once Surefoot and Swift.
Do you think we will be happy?
Dream horses do not need your eyes.
— after Clay Horses
by Sidney Nolan
© 2005, Jill Jones
From: Fold, Unfold
Publisher: Sydney, Vagabond Press
From: Fold, Unfold
Publisher: Sydney, Vagabond Press
Gedichten
Gedichten van Jill Jones
Close
DREAM HORSES
Where are your eyes?Nothing has prepared us for this.
What is earth?
There’s a pain that remembers bone and horn.
Is the sky above?
Only figures in a landscape.
How fast is the wind?
Even the broken floats in dreamland’s waters.
Do you remember when?
You will know when you see us.
Will you take us with you?
Born into the boundless plain.
How long have you been here?
Our names were once Surefoot and Swift.
Do you think we will be happy?
Dream horses do not need your eyes.
— after Clay Horses
by Sidney Nolan
From: Fold, Unfold
DREAM HORSES
Sponsors
Partners
LantarenVenster – Verhalenhuis Belvédère