Duck Poems

By | 1 May 2020

5. L’apres Midi d’un Canard

Ducks have, in water, a visible class
And grace they completely lack on land.
Do they feel it, to be hypocrites,
To shrug off the clumsy Quasimodo walk
And slip noiselessly into Nijinsky?
Well, hardly Nijinsky; but how easily
They lure the viewer into hyperbole
Just by stepping off, as if they did not know
That turbid, weed-choked pond contained
All they had forgotten of their fate.

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