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The Mute Swan’s Song

Reflected on the water’s surface
lies the image of your familiar face.
Early swans glide majestically in single
file and I find myself transformed:

As one Mute Swan I now pass by
and softly croon my mournful song,
the only one before I die, then
to move onward to Swan Lake.

When you hear my parting song
by which you shall remember me,
while water spiders dart across
this liquid mirror in which I saw

your eyes gaze into mine, then
smile. While reed and cattail
rustle wistful odes, their mellow
eulogy is meant to comfort you.

Style / type: 
Free verse
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Last few words: 
it's true; the mute swan sings only once, just before he dies.
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Not Explicit Content


I didn't know that. The scene you set is one that I have gazed upon many times; in the early morning hours of fishing. So too, does one remember the love of one's life and sing a song of mourning for the loss of our vigor and promise. Nice and calm. ~ Geez.

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This morn caught me in a melancholic mood and therefore this poem. I have heard a mute swan croon only once, but 2 days later I found him--dead, floating in the city pond. That means, I will refrain from singing in the shower. Thanks a bunch, Geezer.

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a very beautifully written poem, with a touch of sadness, i could almost hear swan lake in my ear.
you have certainly captured the elegance of the swan.

Thank you...Teddy

I don't know why it took me this long to recognize you as the worthy fellow-poet you are; well, better late than never. Thank you for the nice comment, dear lady. Yours, Jerry

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