The riddle silently sees its image. It spins evening
among the motionless reeds.
There is a frailty no one notices
there, in the web of grass.
Silent cattle stare with green eyes.
They mosey in evening calm down to the water.
And the lake holds its immense spoon
up to all the mouths.
translated by Robert Bly
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WOW. Incredible poem.
Glad you liked it.
Wonderful images. Cattle DO mosey. Thanks for sending. Mary V.
You’re welcome.
And I never doubted for a second that they didn’t.
If they didn’t mosey before, they began to mosey when Bly said they did.