Hosting the Stranger

Volume 4 ~ 2011

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Two Poems

Kascha Semonovitch

A Visit to The Hunt of the Unicorn, Shown at the Cloisters

La dame sets her palm onto his hair,
parted by the sea-horse horn that pierces
the shape of the square.
A banner waves strange verses.

The sea-horse horn pierces
his strange mane of inhuman hair.
A banner waves strange verses.
The tapestries are arranged in a square

around his strange mane of inhuman hair.
The hunters enter the forest
of the tapestries, arranged in a square.
The monkeys are free and enormous.

The lady and the hunters enter the forest.
The mysterious capture. The unicorn, hedged.
The monkeys, free and enormous.
Cloven hooves, paw the patterned edge.

The mysterious capture. The unicorn hides in a hedge.
Fountains sparkle. The wind leaves silver tools and
red baubles in the trees, along the patterned edge.
La dame presses her hand.

Fountains sparkle. The wind tools around
foreign animals, so bizarre,
it would have been easier to imagine them —
than to record them, as they are.

Foreign animals, so bizarre,
dangle orchids: all the flowers in the picture
are orchids: living on air.
Unicorns live in a caricature

of the tropical. Orchids flower the picture.
A hunter parts the hair of the forest —
The unicorn retreats, clitoral,
The monkeys’ shouts chorus

A hunter parts the hair of the forest,
and looks at its intimate, sexed center.
The monkeys shout a chorus.
The lady and the unicorn enter,

intimated into the sexed center.
La dame presses her hand.
The unicorn re-enters.
We start all over again.

The tapestries are arranged in a square, we circled.
Jesus Christ and Pan hold hand and over hand.
The unicorn is saved, corralled.
We start all over again.

La dame presses her hand—

La Dame à La Licorne, Musée de Cluny

I am lost in wonder contemplating the unicorn
He delights so – in
          delight he delights.

I too have been killed in such a way:
They hold my heart and I cannot recover it.

I was taken by smell like the unicorn
Taken by scent publicly,
          hunted and tempted,

Who muffles the sound of his own death,
          qui garde son coeur garde son âme,
Harbinger of healing,
Tapestried angel, cul-de-sac whorl—

In history

Between the body and the soul hides
Hart
          leaping