"Where in the world can man find nobility without pride,
friendship without envy,
or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle,
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility,
has fought without enmity,
There is nothing so powerful,
nothing less violent,
nothing as quick,
nothing more patient.
The world's past has been borne on his back.
We are his heirs;
he is our inheritance.
The horse."
--Ronald Duncan in Ode to the Horse
My favorite since childhood, still can't speak it out loud without choking up.
Thanks. I had not come across that poem before. It's beautiful.
That's great.
Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible.
He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men.
He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; neither turneth he back from the sword.
The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet.
He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Job 39:19-25