Carolyn Oliver’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in FIELD, The Shallow Ends, The Greensboro Review, Booth, Gulf Stream, Lunch Ticket, Frontier Poetry, and elsewhere. A graduate of The Ohio State University and Boston University, she lives in Massachusetts with her family.




Carolyn Oliver

The Horse I Would Have Chosen



In memoriam Eric Van Cleve Strong enough to pull past and future graveward sly tail flicking no rhythm Quiet, just the whuff of working breath to break the crush of gravel under wheels Smelling of oiled tack and hay and clean horse sweat to cover indecent lilies Not expected black or shocking white but gray, marble limestone granite gray Mist scuffing low around the mountains gray, fog shrouding a spring road gray Indecisive dawn gray, weathered dock gray, rime on the fallow fields gray Gray of shadow, gray of smoke, gray of ashes gray of my hair ten years on A wild gray horse who’d stop and slip his harness, leap the opened ground, the low wall Melt into the afternoon’s wide planes, passing out of Ohio and into the world


Eric Van Cleve, a poet, is buried in his hometown cemetery, not far from a low stone wall. He died in 2008 at age twenty-five, one week shy of his MFA reading.



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