The Swan Poem by james watkin
The Swan
Beyond all earthly
Concepts of what's fair
He slips out unperturbed
With disquieting flair.
Thoughts' lovely limits
Stretched, as to see rent!
And as smooth, through what paves
For becalmed movement!
Pinioned angel-white.
Heaven-weaved as it is.
Should'nt thunderclaps
Have harbingered this?
This, of indescribing;
Of what vague sits well
With a duck's muck-toned splash.
And a muck-toned smell.
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