What does the horse give you That I cannot give you?
I watch you when you are alone, When you ride into the field behind the dairy, Your hands buried in the mare's Dark mane.
Then I know what lies behind your silence: Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage. Still, You want me to touch you; you cry out As brides cry, but when I look at you I see There are no children in your body. Then what is there?
Nothing, I think. Only haste To die before I die.
In a dream, I watched you ride the horse Over the dry fields and then Dismount: you two walked together; In the dark, you had no shadows. But I felt them coming toward me Since at night they go anywhere, They are their own masters.
Look at me. You think I don't understand? What is the animal If not passage out of this life?