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    This poem expresses the speaker's concern over what will happen when their body, which they see as their house, horse, and hound, fails. Without this "mount" that alerts them to danger and helps them hunt, the speaker worries about where they will sleep, how they will get around, and how they will face an unknown future without their trusted companion.

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    This poem expresses the speaker's concern over what will happen when their body, which they see as their house, horse, and hound, fails. Without this "mount" that alerts them to danger and helps them hunt, the speaker worries about where they will sleep, how they will get around, and how they will face an unknown future without their trusted companion.

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    Poem 004

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    angelita gragasin
    This poem expresses the speaker's concern over what will happen when their body, which they see as their house, horse, and hound, fails. Without this "mount" that alerts them to danger and helps them hunt, the speaker worries about where they will sleep, how they will get around, and how they will face an unknown future without their trusted companion.

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    Poem 004: Question

    Body my house
    my horse my hound
    what will I do
    when you are fallen

    Where will I sleep


    How will I ride
    What will I hunt

    Where can I go
    without my mount
    all eager and quick
    How will I know
    in thicket ahead
    is danger or treasure
    when Body my good
    bright dog is dead

    How will it be
    to lie in the sky
    without roof or door
    and wind for an eye

    With cloud for shift


    how will I hide?

    — May Swenson

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