Monday

swan-song

I would call; and the reeds would whisper,
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, little swan."
My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silky
Hairs of my wings sank away like stars
In the ripples that ran in and out of the reeds:
I heard through the lap and hiss of water
Someone's "Sister . . . sister," far away on the shore

from The Black Swan by Randall Jarrell


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2 comments:

karine leger said...

beautiful



like a conversation : )



k

the river said...

thanks K xx