This gorgeous photo by imapix. He writes--The Camargue is an ancient breed of horses found in the Camargue area in Provence, France. For centuries, possibly thousands of years, these small horses have lived wild in the harsh environment of the Camargue marshes, developing the stamina, hardiness and agility for which they are known today. Camargue horses are born black or dark brown in colour, but as they grow to adulthood, their coat lightens until it is pale grey or white.

IN A DARK TIME

In a dark time,
the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow
in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo
in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature
weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron
and the wren,
Beasts of the hill
and serpents of the den.

What's madness
but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance?
The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned
against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks
--is it a cave,
Or winding path?
The edge is what I have.

A steady storm
of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds,
a ragged moon,
And in broad day
the midnight come again!
A man goes far
to find out what he is--
Death of the self
in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes
blazing unnatural light.

Dark, dark my light,
and darker my desire.
My soul, like some
heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill.
Which I is I?
A fallen man,
I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself,
and God the mind,
And one is One,
free in the tearing wind.

THEODORE ROETHKE (See Modern American Poetry)