The Snow Mare
In my dream, a blue mare loping,
Pewter on a porcelain field, away.
There are bursts of soft commotion
Where her hooves drive in the drifts,
And as dusk ebbs on the plane of night,
She shears the web of winter,
And on the far, blind side
She is no more. I behold nothing,
Wherein the mare dissolves in memory,
Beyond the burden of being.
Used with the permission of the poet.
N. Scott Momaday
Navarro Scott Mammedaty, a Kiowa Indian, was born in Lawton, Oklahoma in
Date Published: 2019-08-07
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/snow-mare