To An Unrequiter (After Belloc) Poem by Richard George

To An Unrequiter (After Belloc)



I do not take your fancy in the least.
Against your barbs, my hide turns dense
And shoulders squat in dour defence:
Rhinoceros, I am an ugly beast.

Your chosen, Circe, is the unicorn.
You need his quiet eminence,
His undemanding elegance;
His defter hip, his longer, finer horn.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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