unfinished sculpture 'La Pensee'
This is the animal that never was.
They didn't know, and loved him anyway:
his bearing, his neck, the way he moved,
the light in his quiet eyes.
True, he didn't exist. But because they loved him
he became a real animal. They made a space for him.
And in that clear, uncluttered space, he lifted his head
and hardly needed to exist.
They fed him: not with grain, but ever
with the chance that he could be.
And that so strengthened him
that, from within, he grew a horn.
All white, he drew near to a virgin and found himself
in a silver mirror and in her.
Sonnets to Orpheus II, 4