by Vachel Lindsay (1879 - 1931)
The Old Horse in the City
Language: English
The moon's a peck of corn. It lies Heaped up for me to eat. I wish that I might climb the path And taste that supper sweet. Men feed me straw and scanty grain And beat me till I'm sore. Some day I'll break the halter-rope And smash the stable-door, Run down the street and mount the hill Just as the corn appears. I've seen it rise at certain times For years and years and years.
Text Authorship:
- by Vachel Lindsay (1879 - 1931), "The Old Horse in the City", appears in General William Booth Enters into Heaven and Other Poems, first published 1913 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Jake Heggie (b. 1961), "The Old Horse in the City", 2001, first performed 2002 [baritone and piano], from The Moon is a Mirror, no. 3. [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2009-09-21
Line count: 12
Word count: 76