| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Wild Horses | | By A. Y. Winters |
| | From “Monodies”
I AM amazed at the joy of the horses. | |
| They beat on the earth with small round sharp hoofs; | |
| They cut the face of the earth to wrinkles, | |
| And thunder their life and lust in God’s face. | |
| They sweep in a curve like smoke of a prairie fire | 5 |
| (So they must seem to God who watches) | |
| Weaving a pattern of grays and browns | |
| That shifts and swirls—a magian’s carpet— | |
| That flows and swirls like smoke in a crystal. | |
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| Above, the intent face of God who watches. | 10 | | | |
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