Once upon a time there was, there was a man Who lived inside me wearing this cold armour, The kind of knight of whom the ladies could be proud And send with favours through unlikely forests To fight infidels and other knights and ordinary dragons. Once upon a time he galloped over deep green moats On bridges princes had let down in friendship And sat at board the honoured guest of kings Talking like a man who knew the world by heart. In every list he fought, the trumpets on the parapets, The drums, declared his mastery, the art of arms; His horse, the household word of every villager, Was silver-shod and, some said, winged. Once upon a time, expecting no adventure In the forest everybody knows, at midnight, He saw a mountain rise beneath the moon. An incredible beast? With an eye of fire? He silently dismounted, drew his famous sword And hid behind the heavy tress and shrubs to see If what he thought he saw was real. He fled And the giant eye of the moon pursues him still.
From The Horse Opera and Other Poems, 1992
Ohio State University Press
Copyright 1992 by Mac Hammond.
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Mac Hammond (1926-1997) was a poet, a professor emeritus of English, and the director of the graduate program in creative writing at the University of New York at Buffalo. Hammond is the author of four poetry collections, including Mappamundi: New and Selected Poems (Bellevue Press, 1989). Hammond died in 1997.