Friday, May 05, 2006

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
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -A white cross
Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

© Mary Oliver. From The Paris Review # 124, Fall, 1992.

1 Comments:

At 8:50 PM, Anonymous Bill Dinger said...

Betty, this is my newest favorite poem. I've given it to several people and had it framed to give to Louanne and Jeff for their wedding anniversary. It's message is something that's been rolling around in my head for some time - the importance of beauty, the idea of beauty in the way of Keats -"Beauty is truth and truth beauty, that's is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know."

 

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