Here you will find the Poem Nacogdoches Speaks of poet Karle Wilson Baker
I was The Gateway. Here they came, and passed, The homespun centaurs with their arms of steel And taut heart-strings: wild wills, who thought to deal Bare-handed with jade Fortune, tracked at last Out of her silken lairs into the vast Of a Man?s world. They passed, but still I feel The dint of hoof, the print of booted heel, Like prick of spurs--the shadows that they cast. I do not vaunt their valors, or their crimes: I tell my secrets only to some lover, Some taster of spilled wine and scattered musk. But I have not forgotten; and sometimes, The things that I remember rise, and hover. A sharper perfume in some April dusk.