Virgin and Unicorn, (1604 – 1605), Farnese Palace, Rome.
Domenico Zampieri, October 21, 1581 – April 16, 1641)
The unicorn is a legendary animal from European folklore that
resembles a white horse with a large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting
from its forehead, and sometimes a goat's beard and cloven hooves.
First mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it became the most important imaginary animal of the Middle Ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which could only be captured by
a virgin. In the encyclopedias its horn was said to have the power to
render poisoned water potable and to heal sickness. Until the 19th
century, belief in unicorns was widespread among historians, alchemists,
writers, poets, naturalists, physicians, and theologians.
Unicorn Lore
Cosmas Indicopleustes, a merchant of Alexandria, who lived in the 6th century, and made a voyage to India, and subsequently wrote works on cosmography,
gives a figure of the unicorn, not, as he says, from actual sight of
it, but reproduced from four figures of it in brass contained in the
palace of the King of Ethiopia.
He states, from report, that
"it is impossible to take this ferocious beast alive; and that all its strength lies in its horn. When it finds itself pursued and in danger of capture, it throws itself from a precipice, and turns so aptly in falling, that it receives all the shock upon the horn, and so escapes safe and sound."
Biblical Unicorn
An animal called the re’em (Hebrew: רְאֵם) is mentioned in several places in the Hebrew Bible, often as a metaphor representing strength. This animal was often depicted in ancient Mesopotamian art in profile, with only one horn visible.
"The allusions to the re'em as a wild, un-tamable animal of great strength and agility, with mighty horn or horns (Job xxxix. 9–12; Ps. xxii. 21, xxix. 6; Num. xxiii. 22, xxiv. 8; Deut. xxxiii. 17; comp. Ps. xcii. 11), best fit the aurochs (Bos primigenius). This view is supported by the Assyrian rimu, which is often used as a metaphor of strength, and is depicted as a powerful, fierce, wild mountain bull with large horns."
The translators of the Authorized King James Version of the Bible (1611) followed the Greek Septuagint (monokeros) and the Latin Vulgate (unicornis) and employed unicorn to translate re'em, providing a recognizable animal that was proverbial for its un-tamable nature.
"His glory is like the firstling of his bullock, and his horns are like the horns of unicorns: with them he shall push the people together to the ends of the earth."—Deuteronomy 33:17
"Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? or will he harrow the valleys after thee? Wilt thou trust him, because his strength is great? or wilt thou leave thy labour to him? Wilt thou believe him, that he will bring home thy seed, and gather it into thy barn?"—Job 39:9–12
"But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of the unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil."—Psalms 92:10
Unicorn in Poetry
Payola
She’s out
galavantin’ around
patching predominant circles
with three-cornered pieces of pie.
The day’s symposium
leaks all over Wall Street
regrettably alive
with sooner or later collateral.
Lucky the loon
with vertigo teeth
sinking like anchors
into the avarice.
“Who dunnit?” she asks
as she passes the cop on the corner.
She’s out
galavantin’ around
patching predominant circles
with three-cornered pieces of pie.
The day’s symposium
leaks all over Wall Street
regrettably alive
with sooner or later collateral.
Lucky the loon
with vertigo teeth
sinking like anchors
into the avarice.
“Who dunnit?” she asks
as she passes the cop on the corner.
“Not I,” he replies
slicing his lemon meringue.
She knows he’s on the take.
Fumbles in her pocket
Places in his outstretched hand
three golden turds
from her unicorn.
slicing his lemon meringue.
She knows he’s on the take.
Fumbles in her pocket
Places in his outstretched hand
three golden turds
from her unicorn.
(by Leo)
The Unicorn
A long time ago, when the earth was green
and there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen,
and they run around free while the world was bein' born,
and the lovliest of all was the Unicorn.
There was green alligators and long-neck geese.
There was humpy bumpy camels and chimpanzees.
There was catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born
the lovliest of all was the Unicorn.
But the Lord seen some sinnin', and it caused him pain.
He says, 'Stand back, I'm gonna make it rain.'
He says, 'Hey Brother Noah, I'll tell ya whatcha do.
Go and build me a floatin' zoo.
And you take two alligators and a couple of geese,
two humpy bumpy camels and two chimpanzees.
Take two catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born,
Noah, don't you forget my Unicorn.'
Now Noah was there, he answered the callin'
and he finished up the ark just as the rain was fallin'.
He marched in the animals two by two,
and he called out as they went through,
'Hey Lord, I got your two alligators and your couple of geese,
your humpy bumpy camels and your chimpanzees.
Got your catsandratsandelephants - but Lord, I'm so forlorn
'cause I just don't see no Unicorn.'
Ol' Noah looked out through the drivin' rain
but the Unicorns were hidin', playin' silly games.
They were kickin' and splashin' in the misty morn,
oh them silly Unicorn.
The the goat started goatin', and the snake started snakin',
the elephant started elephantin', and the boat started shaking'.
The mouse started squeakin', and the lion started roarin',
and everyone's abourd but the Unicorn.
I mean the green alligators and the long-neck geese,
the humpy bumpy camels and the chimpanzees.
Noah cried, 'Close the door 'cause the rain is pourin' -
and we just can't wait for them Unicorn.'
Then the ark started movin', and it drifted with the tide,
and the Unicorns looked up from the rock and cried.
And the water come up and sort of floated them away -
that's why you've never seen a Unicorn to this day.
You'll see a lot of alligators and a whole mess of geese.
You'll see humpy bumpy camels and lots of chimpanzees.
You'll see catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born
you're never gonna see no Unicorn
Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Unicorn in Fiction
The Unicorn in the Garden
Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked
up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly
cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where
his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden,"
he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him.
"The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him.
The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was
still there; he was now browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said
the man and pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely.
With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went
upstairs and roused his wife a gain. "The unicorn," he said, "ate a lily."
His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. "You are a booby," she
said, "and I am going to have you put in a booby-hatch." The man, who never
liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less
on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for
a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door.
"He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then
he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone
away. The man sat among the roses and went to sleep.
And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lily," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped fro m their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.
"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bi rd." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.
Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
James Thurber
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And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lily," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped fro m their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.
"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bi rd." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.
Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.
James Thurber
End
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