Here you will find the Poem Late Night with Fog and Horses of poet Raymond Clevie Carver
They were in the living room. Saying their goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears. They'd been through a lot together, but now they couldn't go another step. Besides, for him there was someone else. Tears were falling when a horse stepped out of the fog into the front yard. Then another, and another. She went outside and said, 'Where did you come from, you sweet horses?' and moved in amongst them, weeping, touching their flanks. The horses began to graze in the front yard. He made two calls: one call went straight to he sheriff - 'someone's horses are out.' But there was that other call, too. Then he joined his wife in the front yard, where they talked and murmured to the horses together. (Whatever was happening now was happening in another time.) Horses cropped the grass in the yard that night. A red emergency light flashed as a sedan crept in out of fog. Voices carried out of the fog. At the end of that long night, when they finally put their arms around each other, their embrace was full of passion and memory. Each recalled the other's youth. Now something had ended, something else rushing in to take its place. Came the moment of leave-taking itself. 'Goodbye, go on,' she said. And then pulling away. Much later, he remembered making a disastrous phone call. One that had hung on and hung on, a malediction. It's boiled down to that. The rest of his life. Malediction.