The stones that shape this dwelling
whisper in forgotten tongues which
I can hear but cannot understand.
Yet in my heart I know that
they lament their rude abuduction.
What might they tell of time and place
were I to hear by touch of hand
how they were wrested from their home
and brought to this strange foreign land.
The Cloisters is where I first beheld unicorns You can read more about The Cloisters by going to the following link:
To Your Play!