All the Pretty Horses: A Poetic Summary

All The Pretty Horses

All the Pretty Horses

Bajada, swale, mesa, arroyo…
Such linguistic physical geographic precision.

The “ribald satellite” rumbles the earth,
forging open the book—digs a tunnel
through time and space.

Forget your girl,
grab your pal,
and follow the path of a new-hewn Western.

Go South, go South,
Go further.

Fall in love with a raven-haired girl.
And horses, horses,
all the pretty horses…

Lie down, let the nesting cranes watch.

Be a man of your word and your honor.
Fight the cuchillero—mátalo
if you must.

Seek love once again.
Seek revenge.
Seek home.

Return to your country something
old-new.

Where is your country now, boy?

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