More Unicorns...
FEBRUARY 8, 2007
Re-reading Peter S. Beagle's _The Last Unicorn_
sent me in search for another book of my childhood...
The Colt From Moon Mountain...
written and illustrated by Dorothy P. Lathrop...
This book was given to my mother
on Christmas of 1942...
sent me in search for another book of my childhood...
The Colt From Moon Mountain...
written and illustrated by Dorothy P. Lathrop...
This book was given to my mother
on Christmas of 1942...
These illustrations are ethereal,
but very real and botanically correct...
but very real and botanically correct...
Like the wild strawberries at their feet...
Published in 1941,
this story still grabs my heart
and sends me searching for midnight eyes that reflect the cosmos...
this story still grabs my heart
and sends me searching for midnight eyes that reflect the cosmos...
and the return of innocence
and the simple pleasures
found in embracing and loving the gift of wonder,
the gift of life...
and the simple pleasures
found in embracing and loving the gift of wonder,
the gift of life...
" 'But if a young maiden,' " her mother read on, " 'seat herself beneath a tree, the Unicorn does forget his fierceness and become as gentle toward her as a pet Hind. Approaching the maiden, he kneels and lays his head in her lap, and there sleeps.' "
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