One day
she fell
in love with its
heft and speed.
Tough, lean,
fast as light
slow
as a cloud.
It took care
of rain, short
noon, long dark.
It had rough kin;
did not stall.
With it, she said,
I may,
if I can,
sleep; since I must,
die.
Some say,
rise.
1981
From: Lehman, David and Brehm, John (eds.), The Oxford Book of American Poetry, 2006, Oxford University Press: Oxford, p. 524.
(https://books.google.com.au/books?id=gO0AK7qCvmoC)
Date: 1981
By: Josephine Winder Boylan Jacobsen (1908-2003)
From Troubles of The World 
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