What does the horse give you

That I cannot give you?

I watch you when you are alone,

When you ride into the field behind the dairy,

Your hands buried in the mare's

Dark mane.

Then I know what lies behind your silence:

Scorn, hatred of me, of marriage. Still,

You want me to touch you; you cry out

As brides cry, but when I look at you I see

There are no children in your body.

Then what is there?

Nothing, I think. Only haste

To die before I die.

In a dream, I watched you ride the horse

Over the dry fields and then

Dismount: you two walked together;

In the dark, you had no shadows.

But I felt them coming toward me

Since at night they go anywhere,

They are their own masters.

Look at me. You think I don't understand?

What is the animal

If not passage out of this life?