Islandpferde:
Einem jeden, der sie reitet,
naht sein Glücksstern sich im Raum.
Leid verweht, das Leben gleitet
leicht dahin – ein schöner Traum.
We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. […] For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.