The poem reflects on a moment spent on the moors, vividly portraying the sight of ten horses that resemble megaliths. This tranquil scene contrasts with the noise of London, prompting contemplation on the nature of peace. The horses, present in their silent majesty, symbolize enduring beauty and stillness. The speaker questions whether amidst fame and admiration, the subject ever finds peace comparable to that of the moors, suggesting a yearning for simplicity and connection to the natural world.
Out on the moors in the late June light, I stood where the infinite hills halved the sky and saw where you first saw your horses.
In that instant, they existed: ten of them, megaliths with draped manes and tilted hind hooves; each utterly silent, unmoving in the icy morning air.
But your horses remained: patient and gray, statue-like in the iron light, enduring on the horizon.
In the crowded streets of London, amid the sea of admiring faces, the scandals, the accolades, did you ever again find so peaceful a place?
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