Those lumbering horses in the steady plough, On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now, They seemed terrible, so wild and strange, Like magic power on the stony grange.
Perhaps some childish hour has come again, When I watched fearful, through the blackening rain, Their hooves like pistons in an ancient mill Move up and down, yet seem as standing still.
Their conquering hooves which trod the stubble down Were ritual that turned the field to brown, And their great hulks were seraphims of gold, Or mute ecstatic monsters on the mould.
And oh the rapture, when, one furrow done, They marched broad-breasted to the sinking sun! The light flowed off their bossy sides in flakes; The furrows rolled behind like struggling snakes.
But when at dusk with steaming nostrils home They came, they seemed gigantic in the gloam, And warm and glowing with mysterious fire That lit their smouldering bodies in the mire.
Their eyes as brilliant and as wide as night Gleamed with a cruel apocalyptic light, Their manes the leaping ire of the wind Lifted with rage invisible and blind.
Ah, now it fades! It fades! And I must pine Again for the dread country crystalline, Where the blank field and the still-standing tree Were bright and fearful presences to me. DEDICATION TO: & Medium:Watercolors Featured By: Music:Wake Me Up : Avicii Wake Me Up PS: Please don't use my Artwork(s)without my written permission.
My pencil drawings , the first arts i uploaded on this site, now re-uploading them with better quality! Featured By: Music:Ni Oothaan Waale (the camel walkers will walk away then you would be sad all night singing for your lover return you will keep mystically dancing for him |her) -Attaullah Khan Esakhelvi www.youtube.com/watch?v=55-Exe… PS:Please don't use my Artwork(s)without my written permission.
Another painting I Finished on 2/27/13 (a smaller one 12" x 12" ~ Acrylic paint on wood panel) for the "KINDRED" exhibition in New York City at the "BOLD HYPE Gallery" in March 2013. This is entitled, "PLANKTONAUTS 3.5"