#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.