Renée Vivien: The Wrath of the Swan
Renée Vivien
(1877-1909)
THE WRATH OF THE SWAN
One day – the small island was green and peaceful, – I went walking at random, lost in admiration of the trees and the water. Very inoffensively, – on my faith in the face of the sky! – I went walking…
And, as I contemplated the water, – I, who love and adore it! – I saw emerge from a mass of reeds, a black swan, menacing…
He swung his overly long neck to and fro, with sinuous and nearly serpentine movements…
I recalled the power of those great wings which, the easiest thing in the world, can shatter your arms…
And his red beak hissed…
Very prudently, – and vulgarly, alas! – I beat a retreat…
But oh, black swan! in all your formidability, how much I love you in your indomitable beauty!
You defended your nest, which you had a perfectly good reason to… as I, who muse in silence… as I defend with relentlessness my dreams…
Renée Vivien prose poem
kempis.nl poetry magazine
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