Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen Where will I sleep How will I ride What will I hunt Where can I go without my mount all eager and quick How will I know in thicket ahead is danger or treasure when Body my good bright dog is dead How will it be to lie in the sky without roof or door and wind for an eye With cloud for shift how will I hide?
— May Swenson
from May Swenson: Collected Poems, Library of America.
© 1954, 2000 May Swenson.
Used with permission of the Literary Estate of May Swenson. All rights reserved.
May Swenson (1913–1989) is the author of numerous poetry collections, including Collected Poems (Library of America, 2013). Swenson worked as an editor at New Directions Publishing from 1959 to 1966. She died in 1989.