一些两匹马的诗（specifically 2）

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1.

The Horses of Achilles

C.P Cavafy

When they saw Patroklos slain,

who was so brave, and strong, and young,

the horses of Achilles started to weep;

their immortal nature grew indignant

at wutnessing this work of death.

They kept tossing their heads, and shaking their long manes,

striking the earth with their hooves, and lamenting

for Patroklos, whom they sensed to be lifeless -- annihilated --

a base piece of flesh now -- his spirit vanished --

defenseless -- his breath gone --

rendered by life back to the great Void.

Zeus saw the tears of those immortal horses

and was saddened. “At the wedding of Peleus,”

he said, “I should not have acted so rashly;

my poor horses, better that we had not

given you away! What were you tio do down there,

among the wretched race of men, that is thew plaything of fate.

You, whom neither death nor old age awaits,

are tomented by ephemeral misfortunes. Mortals

have embroiled you in their troubles." -- Yet

the two noble creatures went on

shedding their tears for the everlasting tragedy of death.

(trans. by Evangelos Sachperoglou)

2.

The Weight

Linda Gregg

Two horses were put together in the same paddock.

Night and day. In the night and in the day

wet from heat and the chill of the wind

on it. Muzzle to water, snorting, head swinging

and the taste of bay in the shadowed air.

The dignity of being. They slept that way,

knowing each other always.

Withers quivering for a moment,

fetlock and the proud rise at the base of the tail,

width of back. The volume of them, and each other’s weight.

Fences were nothing compared to that.

People were nothing. They slept standing,

their throats curved against the other’s rump.

They breathed against each other,

whinnied and stomped.

There are things they did that I do not know.

The privacy of them had a river in it.

Had our universe in it. And the way

its border looks back at us with its light.

This was finally their freedom.

The freedom an oak tree knows.

That is built at night by stars.

3.

She Had Some Horses

Joy Harjo

...

II. Two Horses

There are two moons on the horizon

...

V. Explosion

...

...

Some will not see them.

But some will see the horses with their hearts of sleeping volcanoes

and will be rocked awake past their bodies

to see who they have become.