Barbara Guest

Santa Fe Trail

I go separately
The sweet knees of oxen have pressed a path for me  
ghosts with ingots have burned their bare hands  
it is the dungaree darkness with China stitched  
where the westerly winds
and the traveler’s checks
the evensong of salesmen
the glistening paraphernalia of twin suitcases  
where no one speaks English.
I go separately
It is the wind, the rubber wind
when we brush our teeth in the way station  
a climate to beard. What forks these roads?
Who clammers o’er the twain?
What murmurs and rustles in the distance
in the white branches where the light is whipped  
piercing at the crossing as into the dunes we simmer  
and toss ourselves awhile the motor pants like a forest  
where owls from their bandaged eyes send messages  
to the Indian couple. Peaks have you heard?  
I go separately
We have reached the arithmetics, are partially quenched  
while it growls and hints in the lost trapper’s voice  
She is coming toward us like a session of pines  
in the wild wooden air where rabbits are frozen,  
O mother of lakes and glaciers, save us gamblers  
whose wagon is perilously rapt.

Barbara Guest's version of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken".

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