Carl Phillips

Leda, After The Swan - Poem by Carl Phillips

in the exaggerated grace
of his weight

the wings
raised, held in

I recognized
something more
than swan, I can't say.

There was just
this barely defined
shoulder, whose feathers
came away in my hands,

and the bit of world
left beyond it, coming down

to the heat-crippled field,

ravens the precise color of
sorrow in good light, neither
black nor blue, like fallen
stitches upon it,

and the hour forever,
it seemed, half-stepping
its way elsewhere--

everything, I
remember, began
happening more quickly.

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  • Rookie David Gerardino (12/25/2005 8:11:00 PM)

    GREAT POEM, did you put out a book of poems called, THE REST OF LOVE? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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