To every poet, his Unicorn Tom Berman
O Unicorn among the cedars
To whom no magic charm can lead us W.H.Auden
Somewhere yet,
the Unicorn
awaits
in the darkling
of a tapestry glade
ultimate
of all desires
I too have sought
the Unicorn
since time was young
yearning
to sigh meaning
into words
wantonly sown
on a paper field
O creature
most mysterious,
ephemeral, innocent
patient and wise
speak softly,
blessed above beasts,
those magic words
the last true poem
this enchanted world
will ever know
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From: Shards, a Handful of Verse by Tom Berman
Image: The Unicorn Tapestries
This is beautiful.
Posted by: Jennifer | May 08, 2008 at 10:47 AM
Great stuff
Posted by: matt | May 08, 2008 at 03:59 PM
An all encompassing poem about the poet and his role. Enjoyed, Tom.
Posted by: aurora | May 10, 2008 at 11:27 AM
Mysterious like a magical sigh.
Posted by: Dhani | May 12, 2008 at 10:13 PM
Enjoyed.
Posted by: Robert | May 13, 2008 at 06:15 PM