Summer 2004 • Vol. XXVI No. 3 Poetry |

From the Third Georgic: Lines 179-208

  From the Latin.   But if what you have in mind for your horse, instead, Is war and the proud fierce cavalry or else Racing your gliding flying chariot Along the banks of Pisa's Alphaean waters Or through the Olympian grove of Jupiter, The very first thing that the young foal must learn Is to look upon the armor of the brave, And learn to hear the sound of the martial trumpet, And the groaning noise, as they're pulled along, of the wheels Of the military chariot, and the jangle Of halter, bit, and bridle in the stable, Rejoicing more and more in his trainer's plaudits And the sound of his trainer's hands patting his neck; And after he's weaned from his mother, let him be Persuaded, once in a while, though weak and trembling, Not knowing yet what life is all about, To accept a soft halter strap in his tender mouth. But when his fourth summer has come around, then have him Begin to canter and gallop around the track, And work him very hard to show him how To put his f

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