Winter 1958 • Vol. XX No. 1 Poetry |

[If Anyone Could Tame a Unicorn]

If anyone could tame a unicorn You could. Some would not Call it taming where each stays wild; Refusal to encroach upon His private flight Some would call failure. You are both gentle beasts. One instantaneous flash Of eyes met in the forest, However, is not explained By shyness, but by love. By love unsatisfied. By grandeur. Liberties lead to the grave. A hunter takes them.

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