The Centaurs By Rudyard Kipling

The Centaurs By Rudyard Kipling Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were fathered in– Curious, awkward, afraid. Burrs on their hocks and their tails, they were branded and gathered in Mobs and run up to the yard to be made. Starting and shying at straws, with sidlings and plungings, Buckings and whirlings […]

About Centaurs By Zuzanna Ginczanka

About Centaurs By Zuzanna Ginczanka Sharpened verses, rhyme to rhyme rubbed against each other with the chattering of teeth —trust not the narrow faculties, that none would possess you, —trust not fingers, like the blind, nor eyes, like handless owls. Here I preach passion and wisdom tightly conjoined at the waist like a centaur. I […]

The Centaur By May Swenson

The Centaur By May Swenson The summer that I was ten— Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten? It must have been a long one then— each day I’d go out to choose a fresh horse from my stable which was a willow grove down by the old canal. I’d […]

Centaur By Naveed Akram

Centaur By Naveed Akram To remount the horse we cross a large divide, The horseman is clever and shrewd about life; Across the field they trample to discover the greens And the gold of the trees, the trees are upon them. The man of the horse changes into a centaur, Its changing was lately a […]

Centaur By Anonymous

Centaur By Anonymous Nothing approaches a field like me. Hard gallop, hard chest – hooves and mane and flicking tail. My love: I apprehend each flower, each winged body, saturated in a light that burnishes. I would make a burnishing of you, by which I mean a field in flower, by which i mean, a […]

Centaur By Donika Kelly

Centaur By Donika Kelly Nothing approaches a field like me. Hard gallop, hard chest – hooves and mane and flicking tail. My love: I apprehend each flower, each winged body, saturated in a light that burnishes. I would make a burnishing of you, by which I mean a field in flower, by which i mean, […]

The Centaurs By Michael Longley

The Centaurs By Michael Longley The sergeant, an arrow in his back, Who crawled, bleeding, up the dusty street, Who gasped his news of the failed attack, How on all fours he made his retreat – He put the idea into our heads. With such horrors fixed in the mind’s eye, Saying our prayers, fingering […]

Centuars’ Blues By Jan Wagner

Centuars’ Blues By Jan Wagner we have poisoned all the heroes, taught princes and their heirs, we have poisoned all the heroes, got drunk and put on airs, and all was ruined anyway and made unfair. where does the rider start? where does the steed end? who can know if he is steed or rider […]

The Man And The Centaur By William Sharp

The Man And The Centaur By William Sharp THE MAN Upon the mountain-heights thou goest, As swift as some fierce wind-swept flame; Thy doom thou scornest while thou knowest Men mock thy name. But thou — thou hast the mountain-splendour The lonely streams, blue lakes serene, Wouldst thou these virgin haunts surrender For man’s demesne? […]

Centaur’s Requiem By Adrienne Rich

Centaur’s Requiem By Adrienne Rich Your hooves drawn together underbelly shoulders in mud your mane of wist and soil deporting all the horse of you your longhaired neck eyes jaw yes and ears unforgiveably human on such a creature unforgiveably what you are deposited in the grit-kicked field of a champion tender neck and nostrils […]