For question, chose which category of poetry matches the except or poem.
On the days when the rest have failed you,
let this much be yours -
flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets:
one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost.
Both empty,
it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm.
If you offer it hay, it will eat.
Offered nothing,
it will stand as long as you ask.
The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly,
in the heat and the tree's thin shade.
Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream.
This too is a gift of the gods, calm and complete.
(1 point)
• Poetry of Spirit
• Poetry of Place
• Poetry of Nature
Poetry of Sell