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BARBARA HARDY 77
The unicorn
The boy who raced through the fields Schooled by his dreams Came home crying Disappointed in the mild sheep
Ambitious huntsmen Who leapt over high hedges Hallooed bright death Till their hounds tore at each other
Lovers longing for simplicity As they made the twobacked beast Woke in sadness After divided sleep
The confident virgin Who ran off into the woods Returned none the wiser Her arms full of lilies
The old wives are wrong The creature prefers The discontents in men and women Of middle age
Who are outgrowing pastime Stumble in the dances And attend to the shifts Of winter light
Its appearance is familiar It wears the old dream’s face Its stare pierces Its whiteness blinds It plays havoc
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