Running / Running to Hounds

by Margaret Wise Brown

An old body

Rises up in the new

And leans forward into the wind

Made by its own running

Long strong leaps

As though the fields had springs

And my body hangs from the shoulders

As the shoulders help it along

And my fists climb the air

And the lean

muscles of

an old stomach

Come in my new stomach

And my legs run

on though my

weariness

Keep running

 

…from an unpublished and undated typescript at the Westerly Public Library in Westerly, Rhode Island, via Leonard Marcus‘ biography “Margaret Wise Brown: Awakened By The Moon.

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