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| Horse | Louise Gluck | Jun 16, 2008 |
| the little horse is newLY | E. E. Cummings | Jun 16, 2008 |
| The White Horse | D. H. Lawrence | Jun 16, 2008 |
| Cirque D’Hiver | Elizabeth Bishop | Jun 16, 2008 |
| The Ballad of the Drover | Henry Lawson | Jun 16, 2008 |
| Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening | Robert Frost | Jun 16, 2008 |
| A Blessing | James Wright | Jun 16, 2008 |
| In Memory of the Horse David, Who Ate One of My Poems | James Wright | Jun 16, 2008 |
| Follower | Seamus Heaney | Jun 16, 2008 |
| No Buyers | Thomas Hardy | Jun 16, 2008 |
| The Rider at the Gate | John Masefield | Jun 16, 2008 |
| The Horses | Edwin Muir | Jun 15, 2008 |
| The Bronco That Would Not Be Broken | Vachel Lindsey | Jun 15, 2008 |
| Lament for Eorl the Young | J. R. R. Tolkien | Jun 15, 2008 |
| One Trick Pony | Paul Simon | Jun 15, 2008 |
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Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and …