Three white horses
Three white horses in a field
spell magic though the moment pass
and cloud extends across the grass
on three white horses cropping there
is it the number three perhaps
that gives this strange significance
the willows moving in a dance
so elegant and painterly
the sky is overcast the rain
is building up but white as snow
illumined in a shaft of light
three horses crop the shadowed grass.
Dorothy Hewett
Horse
As we skid into
the shallow ditch
at the edge of the road
three crows explode
from the paddock's dry grass
and a ghost-grey horse
swishes its tail
in the shade of a tree
Gary Catalano
L'automne
Un cheval s’écroule au milieu d’une allée
Les feuilles tombent sur lui
Notre amour frissonne
Et le soleil aussi.
Jacques Prévert
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