The Swan Poem by David Mitchell
The Swan
Slender, swimming, silent swan!
How gracefully you glide along!
Your coat of white, purer than snow;
You see, with lofty eyes, to grow
Ducklings and fowl that squawk and screech;
How different you are from each
Of them; how beautiful and quiet,
Indifferent to their childish riot!
Peaceful and noiseless and relax'd,
To full and mighty splendour wax'd;
We see you, glorious, today,
But know you soon must swim away.
(Wednesday,15th February,2006.)
This is a very pleasant gentle read David, a lovely subject, swans are so beautiful, and always worth putting into a poem, somehow they lend themselves to lovely descriptions. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A lovely poem David, I have also written a poem called The Swan King. You might like to check it out. I love poems about birds etc. They are so free.