Bright are the flowers
On those plains and
lowlands.
In a great host go the
travelers,
Each bent on keeping his
place.
‘My horses are colts,
My six reins are glossy ;
I will speed, I will
gallop,
Everywhere asking for
counsel.’
‘My horses are dappled,
My six reins are like the
threads of a
loom.
I will speed, I will
gallop,
Everywhere asking for
instructions.’
‘My horses
are white with black manes,
My six reins are all
greased.
I will speed, I will
gallop,
Everywhere asking for
good plans.’
‘My horses are brindled,
The six reins are very
level.
I will speed, I will
gallop,
Everywhere asking for
advice.’
Laura Gilpin Photographs:
Upper: The Prelude, New York, Edith Rubel Trio,
1917, Platinum print.
Lower: Thundercloud near Thoreau, New Mexico, June
18, 1933, Nitrate negative.
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