mallarme: innocent breathless beautiful day

By | 1 May 2017

what does not fly
is not remembered
a sheet of ice
a hard lake
these you could free
with one drunk flap of your wing

the fabulous hopeless
out of date swan
can never escape
the shining places
the useless winter
his boredom inhabits

on the bird who denies it
space inflicts
a pain in the neck
which saves him of course
from sunburnt feathers

a transparent ghost the swan
has distilled himself
into this place and freezes
into a dream of being
misunderstood his

exile is useless

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