Question

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,

Answer 1

calm and complete

Answer 2

(that was the last line)

Answer 3

@Kaylaaa

Answer 4

what are the choices?

Answer 5

Poetry of place
poetry of spirit
poetry of nature
poetry of family

XD sorry :P ^_^

Answer 6

Poetry of Spirit

Answer 7

and its all good , haha ;b

Answer 8

Thank you ^_^ just one more :)