Clemente

Iruzkinak

Robert Creeley-ren Zisnea

Peculiar that swan should mean a sound?
I’d thought of gods and power, and wounds.
But here in the curious quiet this one has settled down.

All day the barking dogs were kept at bay.
Better than dogs, a single swan, they say,
will keep all such malignant force away

and so preserve a calm, make pond a swelling lake,
sound through the silent grove a shattering spate
of resonances, jarring the mind awake.