Thank you to Linda at Write Time for hosting Poetry Friday today!
* * * * *
About
a year ago, I posted one of my favorite excerpts from Rilke’s Sonnets to Orpheus. The poem, which is
about a unicorn, begins like this:
O this is the beast who does not
exist.
They didn't know that, and in any case
--with its stance, its arched neck and easy grace,
the light of its limpid gaze --they could not resist
but loved it though, indeed, it was not.
From Sonnets to Orpheus II, 4 by
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926 ), translated by Robert Hunter, 1993. They didn't know that, and in any case
--with its stance, its arched neck and easy grace,
the light of its limpid gaze --they could not resist
but loved it though, indeed, it was not.
You can read more of this post here.
For a “beast who does not exist,” the unicorn has certainly captivated the hearts and imaginations of legions over the years. Growing up, I was fascinated by the idea of unicorns, and I still have a soft spot for these beautiful, elusive creatures. In my research this week, I came upon a lovely adaptation of Rilke’s poem by Scottish poet Don Paterson. A jazz-musician-turned-poet, Patterson’s take on Rilke’s poem sings for me. I hope you enjoy it, too!
Unicorn
by Don Paterson (1963- )
This is the animal that never was.
Not knowing that, they loved it anyway;
its bearing, its stride, its high, clear whinny,
right down to the still light of its gaze.
Not knowing that, they loved it anyway;
its bearing, its stride, its high, clear whinny,
right down to the still light of its gaze.
Please click here and read the rest of this poem.
To learn
more about Don Paterson, click here.
It is always a pleasure to come across poetry that resonates on a personal and artistic level. What poems “sing” for you?
Happy Friday, and Happy Writing!