1. Very smooth he looked, yet grim; / seven blood-hounds followed him
P B SHELLEY / MASK OF ANARCHY
2. His pair of black / Horses, like man and wife / Shifting their weight from foot to / Foot, and gazing into the future
PAUL MULDOON / WHY BROWNLEE LEFT
3. ‘The years shall run like rabbits / For in my arms I hold / The Flower of the Ages / And the first love of the world.’
W H AUDEN / AS I WALKED OUT ONE EVENING
4. When I kiss you in all the folding places / of your body, you make that noise like a dog / dreaming, dreaming of the long run he makes / in answer to some jolt to his hormones
JO SHAPCOTT / MUSE
5. Just an ordinary man of the bald Welsh hills, / Who pens a few sheep in the gap of cloud.
R S THOMAS / A PEASANT
6. When I came in that night I found / the skin of a dog stretched flat and / nailed upon my wall between the / two windows
FLEUR ADCOCK / A SURPRISE IN THE PENINSULA
7. It isn’t fit for humans now, / There isn’t grass to graze a cow / Swarm over, Death!
JOHN BETJEMAN / SLOUGH
8. Arctic fox, a hare, a tern, polar bear; / region of the egg-race of the goose, / the snowy owl mistaken for a lynx, / the endless patience of the moose.
SIMON ARMITAGE / URSA MINOR
9. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
LORD BYRON / THE DESTRUCTION OF THE SENNACHERIB
10. And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; / Hedge-crickets sing; and new with treble soft / The red-breast whistles from garden-croft;
JOHN KEATS / TO AUTUMN
11. No time to stand between the boughs / And stare as long as sheep or cows
W H DAVIES / LEISURE
12. I am not yet born; O hear me. / Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the / club-footed ghoul come near me
LOUIS MACNEICE / PRAYER BEFORE BIRTH
13. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral / In my Victorian nightgown. / Your mouth open clean as a cat’s
SYLVIA PLATH / MORNING SONG
14. Barely a twelvemonth after / The seven days war that put the world to sleep, / Late in the evening the strange horses came.
EDWIN MUIR / THE HORSES
15. My father worked with a horse-plough, / His shoulders globed like a full sail strung / Between the shafts and the furrow. / The horses strained at his clicking tongue
SEAMUS HEANEY / THE FOLLOWER
16. I want to see an orchard where the trees grow in straight lines / And the yellow fox finds shelter between the navy-blue trunks
EILEAN NI CHUILLEANAIN / SWINEHERD
17. You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet, / And the swish of a skirt in the dew
RUDYARD KIPLING / THE WAY THROUGH THE WOODS
18. Our dried voices, when / We whisper together / Are quiet and meaningless / As wind in dry grass / Or rats’ feet over broken glass / In our dry cellar
T S ELIOT / HOLLOW MEN
19. When he came back / He said the horses were restless, and I was sad / That any man or beast that night should lack / The happiness I had
PHILIP LARKIN / WEDDING-WIND
20. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each / Feels shorter than the day / I first surmised the horses' heads / Were toward eternity.
EMILY DICKINSON / BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH