Derek Walcott - The Polish Rider lyrics

The grey horse, d**h, in profile bears the young Titus To dark woods by the dying coal of day; The father with worn vision portrays the son Like Dürer's knight astride a Rosinante; The horse disturbs more than the youth delights us. The warrior turns his sure gaze for a second, Assurance looks its father in the eye, The inherited, bony hack heads accurately Towards the symbolic forests that have beckoned Such knights, squired by the scyther, where to lie. But sk** dispa**ionately praises the rider, Despair details the grey, cadaverous steed, The immortal image holds its murderer In a clear gaze for the next age to read.