The face of a horse

… And the horse stands like a knight on a clock, The wind plays in light hair, Eyes burn like two huge worlds And the mane fades like royal porphyry And if a man saw the Face of a magic horse, He would wrest his tongue powerless And I would give the horse, truly worthy To have a magic horses tongue We would hear the words Great words like apples Thick, Like honey or steep milk Words that pierce like a flame And, into the soul like a fire in a hut, Wretched decoration illuminate. … "N.Zabolotsky, 1926, Excerpt from" The Face of a Horse ".