Let us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window,
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys
Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches—and t...
Those lumbering horses in the steady plough,
On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now,
They seemed terrible, so wild and strange,
Like magic power on the stony grange
"Thus far 80,000 horses have been shipped from the United States to the European
AT was our share in the sinning,
That we must share the doom
Sweet was our life's
I. She Had Some Horses
She had some horses.
She had horses who were bodies of sand.
She had horses who were maps drawn of blood.