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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461125" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unicorn 4</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is known, is known – known gently, <br>meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experience<br>that men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.<br>But since the unicorn grazes in all our minds and hearts, <br>each has his image. Poets love to write of that creature<br>as they picture it; but what of those who met it plain<br>in forest glade, upon the hills, or white amidst the waves? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s said that, then, some poets put away their pens forever or awhile, <br>despairing that their word-hoard holds no words<br>that can describe those things invisible which<br>that creature brings to the mind, when met; <br>some can no longer give it even a name<br>as if that very word can seem to falsify.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’re asked, was it, just, beautiful? – and hesitate, <br>because what yesterday, was ‘beautiful’ is a different word<br>today; that creature shows them that a word<br>means what it does; today, ‘beauty’ has done more in them; <br>it speaks a unity which is not static – can do all things<br>as Helen’s beauty, so we’re told, could make a war from peace; <br>so beauty can make peace from war – as poets prove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, those who’ve seen it plain but wish<br>to say no word that might be less than truth<br>find that its subtle magic guides their pen<br>so that they may write with that same ease<br>with which that creature lives, <br>write of any, and of all things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all who’ve seen it – who’ve seen it move <br>within the utter stillness of itself<br>as never before have they seen a creature move<br>and hold that in themselves, wish, wordless, to return <br>to be again in that creature’s still shared self-presence; <br>the wisest of them finally to find<br>that it may graze forever in the poet’s mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experience
that men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.
But since the unicorn grazes in all our minds and hearts, 
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