from About the World

Pentti Saarikoski

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I bought a horse from a madman.
He'd sketched it himself
and otherwise it as a perfectly ordinary horse
but its eyes were in its nostrils.
He'd done that
on purpose: so people would see
how mad he was
and buy more briskly.
I bought it.
I thought about the horse: as it would stand in a pine grove
in the evening with blood dripping from the sun's ears.

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