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“A horse’s field of vision, with both large eyes open, covers three hundred and fifty degrees. Only a little is missing. A few inches directly in front of the face, a sliver behind the tail. Sometimes an era, a country, turns into a horse. A plunging forward. Its own stinging bee that it flees. Denying future and past, trampling people as if they were pliable grasses.” — Jane Hirshfield
A horse’s field of vision, with both large eyes open,
covers three hundred and fifty degrees. Only a little is missing.
A few inches directly in front of the face, a sliver behind the tail.
Sometimes an era, a country, turns into a horse.
A plunging forward. Its own stinging bee that it flees.
Denying future and past, trampling people as if they were pliable grasses.