Saturday, July 8, 2017

Swans



Unwearied still, lover by lover, 
They paddle in the cold 
Companionable streams or climb the air; 
Their hearts have not grown old; 
Passion or conquest, wander where they will, 
Attend upon them still.




But now they drift on the still water, 
Mysterious, beautiful; 
Among what rushes will they build, 
By what lake's edge or pool 
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day 
To find they have flown away?

Wild Swans by William Butler Yeats
 

9 comments:

  1. Oh boy, this makes you poetic those elegant swans.

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  2. Such graceful creatures. Thanks for the poem!

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  3. There are a pair of swans who return to the local reservoir every summer. This year they had two cygnets. Thanks for the photos and the poem.

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  4. Very unromantically do these pictures remind me of how my cousin at age 6 or so got bitten by such a white swan. They look beautiful, but oh-la!

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  5. Swans are so lovely. Graceful critters. I'm fortunate to visit some Trumpeter Swans not too far from me, in Cannon Falls, Mn. (a quaint little city where President Obama visited and spoke a while back. The swans were brought in from Iowa, which makes their story even better!

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  6. They are such beautiful birds, and they know it!

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  7. Beautiful and elegant these swans which inhabit in its waters

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