Houyhnhnm - Revision history

Bryan: poetry formatting, Category:Whiteflame

2007-12-24T23:38:40Z

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			<poem>
	If the wind should blow so fair,		If the wind should blow so fair,

	To bequeath one blesséd breath.		To bequeath one blesséd breath.

	If the nature’s fruits do bear,		If the nature’s fruits do bear,

	To forsake thy wintry death.		To forsake thy wintry death.


	In his eyes I see mine own,		In his eyes I see mine own,

	Though reflection hath more form.		Though reflection hath more form.

	How far in world that sight should roam,		How far in world that sight should roam,

	If real vision thus be born.		If real vision thus be born.


	For him the bright lit heavens shown,		For him the bright lit heavens shown,

	A gasp of wind half cast,		A gasp of wind half cast,

	A rustling leave, passed his head,		A rustling leave, passed his head,

	The Moerae’s seed is sewn.		The Moerae’s seed is sewn.


	From his rump did spring a whisking tail,		From his rump did spring a whisking tail,

	His hands thus melded some,		His hands thus melded some,

	And into hooves they formed themselves,		And into hooves they formed themselves,

	All dark and clad with horn,		All dark and clad with horn,

	From his neck there grew a noble mane,		From his neck there grew a noble mane,

	His neck did arch as such,		His neck did arch as such,

	While spine did curve and haunches formed,		While spine did curve and haunches formed,

	A burning soul was born.		A burning soul was born.


	Until at length his chest did heave,		Until at length his chest did heave,

	His heart poured forth new blood,		His heart poured forth new blood,

	His ears grew tipped and crowned his head,		His ears grew tipped and crowned his head,

	His face outstretched, his nostrils flared,		His face outstretched, his nostrils flared,

	Until at length he reared his head,		Until at length he reared his head,

	A piercing neigh he let,		A piercing neigh he let,

	At last he was as never more,		At last he was as never more,

	And shook in one last fret.		And shook in one last fret.


	And to my hooves I loftily leapt,		And to my hooves I loftily leapt,

	And sprang forth toward the breeze,		And sprang forth toward the breeze,

	My hair as fire in kindling swept,		My hair as fire in kindling swept,

	Blurred eyes perceived such clarities.		Blurred eyes perceived such clarities.


	And ‘cross the fields I galloped so,		And ‘cross the fields I galloped so,

	And since beheld a tomb,		And since beheld a tomb,

	But then I turned and flicked my tail,		But then I turned and flicked my tail,

	A child from nature’s womb.		A child from nature’s womb.
			</poem>
	[[Category:Poem]] [[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Equine]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Houyhnhnm}}		[[Category:Poem]] [[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Equine]][[Category:Whiteflame]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Houyhnhnm}}

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JonBuck: sort key, poem cat, byline.

2007-12-24T20:48:49Z

sort key, poem cat, byline.

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	A child from nature’s womb.		A child from nature’s womb.

	[[Category:~~Story~~]] [[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Equine]]		[[Category:Poem]] [[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Equine]] {{DEFAULTSORT:Houyhnhnm}}


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Whiteflame: New page: By: Justin S. (whiteflame) If the wind should blow so fair, To bequeath one blesséd breath. If the nature’s fruits do bear, To forsake thy wintry death. In his eyes I see mine ow...

2007-12-24T19:00:22Z

New page: By: Justin S. (whiteflame) If the wind should blow so fair, To bequeath one blesséd breath. If the nature’s fruits do bear, To forsake thy wintry death. In his eyes I see mine ow...

New page

By: Justin S. (whiteflame)

If the wind should blow so fair,

To bequeath one blesséd breath.

If the nature’s fruits do bear,

To forsake thy wintry death.

In his eyes I see mine own,

Though reflection hath more form.

How far in world that sight should roam,

If real vision thus be born.

For him the bright lit heavens shown,

A gasp of wind half cast,

A rustling leave, passed his head,

The Moerae’s seed is sewn.

From his rump did spring a whisking tail,

His hands thus melded some,

And into hooves they formed themselves,

All dark and clad with horn,

From his neck there grew a noble mane,

His neck did arch as such,

While spine did curve and haunches formed,

A burning soul was born.

Until at length his chest did heave,

His heart poured forth new blood,

His ears grew tipped and crowned his head,

His face outstretched, his nostrils flared,

Until at length he reared his head,

A piercing neigh he let,

At last he was as never more,

And shook in one last fret.

And to my hooves I loftily leapt,

And sprang forth toward the breeze,

My hair as fire in kindling swept,

Blurred eyes perceived such clarities.

And ‘cross the fields I galloped so,

And since beheld a tomb,

But then I turned and flicked my tail,

A child from nature’s womb.

[[Category:Story]] [[Category:Animal]] [[Category:Equine]]

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