THE RULE OF THE LORDLY RIDERS
Smells of horses
burst forth
aromatic like black-
currant bushes
ditches knee
high with water
coming at them
in a rush
the riders with
thoughts of death
pricking
their heels
& deep in their minds
an ancient rule
often repeated
Derived from a poem by Jan Skacel
Transcreations from Czech by Jerome Rothenberg & Milos Sovak
Posted over on Poems and Poetics
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