Saturday, February 19, 2011

#71 Equus by Peter Shaffer

My horse’s hooves are nothing like the sun;

Velvet is far more soft than his ears soft.

If snow be white, then his teeth are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow upon his mane.

I have seen horses dappled, brown and white,

But no such dapples are in his coat;

And in some perfumes there is more delight

Than in the sweat that from him reeks.

I love to hear him neigh, yet I know

That music hath a more pleasing sound;

I saw a god once go;

My horsey gallops above the ground.

And so, by Equus, I think my horse more rare than any stallion anywhere.

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