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He was a man knew horses, so we moved As wills were one, and all was won at will, In hand with such sleight handling as improved Those parks and parcels where we’re racing still, Pounding like pairs of hooves or pairs of hearts Through woodland scenes and lush, dramatic spaces, With all our parts in play to play all parts In pace with pace to put us through his paces. Ages have passed. All channels channel what Imagined these green plots and gave them names Down to the smallest role, if and and but, What flies the time (the globe gone up in flames), What thunders back to ring the ringing course And runs like the streaking will, like Shakespeare’s horse.
Joseph Harrison is the author of Shakespeare's Horse (Waywiser Press, 2015), Identity Theft (Waywiser Press, 2008), and Someone Else’s Name (Zoo Press, 2003). His honors include an Academy Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and a Guggenheim Fellowship. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland.