PN Review Print and Online Poetry Magazine
Most Read... Rebecca WattsThe Cult of the Noble Amateur
(PN Review 239)
Mark FordLetters And So It Goes
Letters from Young Mr Grace
(aka John Ashbery)

(PN Review 239)
Kei Millerthe Fat Black Woman
In Praise of the Fat Black Woman & Volume

(PN Review 241)
Henry Kingon Toby Martinez de las Rivas
(PN Review 244)
Eavan BolandA Lyric Voice at Bay
(PN Review 121)
Vahni CapildeoOn Judging Prizes, & Reading More than Six Really Good Books
(PN Review 237)
Next Issue Jen Schmitt on Ekphrasis Rachel Hadas on Text and Pandemic Kirsty Gunn Essaying two Jee Leong Koh Palinodes in the Voice of my Dead Father Maureen Mclane Correspondent Breeze
Poems Articles Interviews Reports Reviews Contributors
PNR 250 Poetry Archive Banner
Monthly Carcanet Books
PN Review Blog

This poem is taken from PN Review 214, Volume 40 Number 2, November - December 2013.

What Does it Mean? Shanta Acharya
Walking into an art retrospective
with carcasses of a calf, gold-plated hooves and horns,
bull, zebra, sheep, shark, unicorn floating in formaldehyde
the unicorn is called The Dream.

The Dream is Dead when the unicorn is cast in solid silver.
Here is art proclaiming
The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living…

A painting of four skulls transforms itself into
...


Searching, please wait... animated waiting image