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 Contents | April 2004 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Lunge With Martha
by Jonathan Musgrove .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)Tell me again how you raised up in the stirrups, held on tight with your thighs, riding the colt in circles with me as anchor holding the lead and spinning on my heels. Did you canter or trot? I can't tell the difference, but our Arabian didn't kick or try to throw you that day. Could you feel strength in my back, arms, shoulders, through the line? I see you now bouncing in black and white, as in a film or poem: I, the hero, would never let go.
Jonathan Musgrove is a poet, a teacher, and a poultry farmer who lives in Long Shop, Virginia. Copyright © 2004 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; April 2004; Lunge With Martha; Volume 293, No. 3; 106. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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