The Horse – a poem by Ronald Duncan

The Horse 

Where in this wide 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.

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He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.

There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent;

there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.

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England’s past has been borne on his back.

All our history is in his industry.

We are his heirs;

He is our inheritance.


Ronald Duncan

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