The Swan
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
A
EN blow: the great wings beating
Above the staggering girl, her thighs
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
Ud Jayega Huns Akela,
Jug Darshan Ka Mela Jaise Paat Gire Taruvar Se,
Milna Bahut Duhela Naa Jane Kidhar Girega,
Lageya Pawan Ka Rela Jub Howe Umur Puri,
When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan's red beak; and the beak would
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the...
"No water so still as thedead fountains of Versailles
" No swan,with swart blind look askanceand gondoliering legs, so fineas the chinz china one with fawn-brown eyes and toothed goldcollar on to show whose bird it was
Lodged i...
À Victor
Andromaque, je pense à vous
Ce petit fleuve,
Pauvre et triste miroir où jadis resplenditL'immense majesté de vos douleurs de veuve,
"I hate my verses, every line, every word
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to
One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky