Felix Randal
Farrier, farrier, his face comes to mind
Persistent, but now he is dead, he is
Felix
Randal, pining till untimely death
Snatched him away; handsome quality
not merely dangerously attractive but also
more deadly than death itself;
he was also sick and ailing, priest in him
and man in him also acted, propelled him
to further move. The empathy in one
always yields some thing ponderable,
here the same; those days boisterous,
bold, on horse, with the horse, mending
and tending, he recalls again and again;
he is flying high, the otherness in him
speaks.
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