Autobiography of Red

by Anne Carson

Stesichoros released being. All the substances in the world went floating up. Suddenly there was nothing to interfere with horses being hollow hooved. Or a river being root silver. Or a child bruiseless. Or hell as deep as the sun is high. Or Herakles ordeal strong. Or a planet middle night stuck. Or an insomniac outside the joy. Or killings cream black.

Engineer of his softness

The sound Of the horses like roses being burned alive

as when a Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze