The Zebra
The Zebra, horse of twilight,
Lifts its hoof, and shuts its eyes
Sets its backbone resonating
With joyful neighs and cries.
From its stable it emerges
To bright suns of Barbary,
And on the prairie grazes
The herbs of sorcery.
But on its coat the prison scars
Remain, the shadows of the bars.
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945)
Added by Dan Costinaş
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