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Unicorn 3
MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

Unicorn 3

What was known, was known. They asked
the artist who had sat all that bright morning, cool upon the hill,
to draw the trees in front of him, as sunlight crept
among the leaves, now here, now there,
lighting, upon the moss, the dewdrops one by one
sun-sipped; when the unicorn was, in a moment, there;
there, detached, yet offered; they asked the artist how it was.

He said that as the sun moved round and caught the leaves,
a love arose; so that when that creature was, so quietly, there,
it was no different from the love.
At first it stood quite still,
as if it knew what made it easier for him;
then later, walked around, sometimes its head raised so that the
sunlight caught its horn; moved, so that the artist then might know
what moved it. It was love.

Some asked eagerly: was it then as if the creature
drew itself? The artist could not answer. That was not untrue; and yet,
it was not quite like that. Rather, what was known, was known.
Known gently; meekly; sweetly. It seems
there is no other way for love.

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Comments (2)

Yaay, it was love. :) I liked how this piece carried a thought from the last. 'the dewdrops one by one, sun-sipped; ' was a beautiful line of imagery, and the language had more motion, giving this piece soft streaks of daylight. Enjoyed.
This one is very nice. Love the picture it drew.