In the latest issue:

Loathed by Huysmans

Julian Barnes

Too early or too late?

David Runciman

Short Cuts: Five Victorian Marriages

Tom Crewe

Society as a Broadband Network

William Davies

Fifteen days from now

Thomas Jones

In 1348

James Meek

The Yorkists

John Guy

At the Movies: Pasolini’s ‘Teorema’

Michael Wood

Whitehall Spookery

Neal Ascherson

Poem: ‘The Bannisters’

Paul Muldoon

Clarice Lispector

Rivka Galchen

Marius Petipa

Simon Morrison

At the Foundling Museum: ‘Portraying Pregnancy’

Joanne O’Leary

Gordon v. O’Connor

Rupert Thomson

Revism

Joe Dunthorne

Poem: ‘The Reach of the Sea’

Maureen N. McLane

Diary: Where water used to be

Rosa Lyster

Horse DreamsMatthew Sweeney
Close
Close

Why does the horse stand there
staring at the horizon?
Is it waiting on some rider
arriving by car from the airport?
Isn’t its grass enough for it
and the freedom of the field?

Oblivious to midges and nightfall
it snorts and hoofs the ground,
tail tossing like a fly swat,
but those big sad eyes still focus
on that bend in the road.

Perhaps it dreams of galloping
all the way to the ocean,
and swimming to that country
where a horse is sacrosanct
and can do as it pleases –

can crash through a window
because it likes the look
of the woman selling jewellery,
imagining already her body
hoisted onto its back.

Send Letters To:

The Editor
London Review of Books,
28 Little Russell Street
London, WC1A 2HN

letters@lrb.co.uk

Please include name, address, and a telephone number.

Read anywhere with the London Review of Books app, available now from the App Store for Apple devices, Google Play for Android devices and Amazon for your Kindle Fire.

Read More

Sign up to our newsletter

For highlights from the latest issue, our archive and the blog, as well as news, events and exclusive promotions.

Newsletter Preferences