Becoming a horse Ross Gay – Ken Craft
It was dragging my hands along its belly, loosing the bit and wiping the spit from its mouth that made me a snatch of grass in the thing's maw, a fly tasting its ear. It was touching my nose to his that made me know the clover's bloom, my wet eye to his that made me know the long field's secrets. But it was putting my heart to the horse's that made me know the sorrow of horses. Made me forsake. Welcome back to Lyric Essentials, where we invite writers to read the work of their favorite poets. As always, we hope you enjoy reading as much as we did. Ross Gay">Screen Porch
Becoming a Horse It was dragging my hands along its belly, loosing the bit and wiping the spit from its mouth that made me a snatch of grass in the thing’s maw, a fly tasting its ear. It was touching my nose to his that made me know the clover’s bloom, my wet eye to his that made me know the long field’s secrets. I say this after having read Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude by Ross Gay, a book that could only have been written in a world where you, dear Walt, continue to thrive in the poetic imagination. All of your signature components have been passed down to and adapted by Gay—your long breath line is there, your ecstasy, your rapture and wonder. America’s poet laureate shares a poem for you to take to the ">America’s poet laureate shares a poem for you to take to the
becoming a horse by Ross Gay It was dragging my hands along its belly, loosing the bit and wiping the spit from its mouth that made me a snatch of grass in the thing’s maw, a fly tasting its ear. It was touching my nose to his that made me know the clover’s bloom, my wet eye to his that made me know the long field’s secrets. Jennifer Hijazi Jennifer Hijazi. One of the things that poetry is really good at, says U. 
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It all came back to me as I read Ross Gay’s wonderful poem, “becoming a horse,” in Tracy K. Smith’s collection, American Journal: Fifty Poems for Our Time. It contained lovely ideas, such as the poet becoming “a snatch of grass in the thing’s maw” or “a fly tasting its ear.”. Made me forsake my thumbs for the sheen of unshod hooves. And in this way drop my torches.
Ross Gay — On the Insistence of Joy
the sorrow of horses. Made me forsake my thumbs for the sheen of unshod hooves. And in this way drop my torches. And in this way drop my knives. Feel the small song in my chest swell and my coat glisten and twitch. And my face grow long. And these words cast off, at last, for the slow honest tongue of horses. Ross Gay is an award-winning writer and a professor of English living in Bloomington, Indiana. His recent books, The Book of Delights, Inciting Joy, and The Book of More Delights , center around themes of joy, pleasure, and gratitude, particularly as they are inextricably twined with the experiences of sorrow and grief and our drive to confront injustice. 
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the sorrow of horses. Made me forsake my thumbs for the sheen of unshod hooves. And in this way drop my torches. And in this way drop my knives. .
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Great Regulars: Becoming A Horse by Ross Gay It was dragging my hands along its belly, from The Sun: Poetry: Becoming A Horse ~~~~~~~~~~~ Posted by Rus Bowden at PM. .