Our swan sister: white, black, golden

Sunday, 9 April, 2017

“The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks,” said Randall Jarrell, the American poet, critic, essayist and novelist. In The Black Swan, Jarrell explored the colours of the swan spectrum. Excerpt:

When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan’s red beak; and the beak would open
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.

Randall Jarrell (1914 – 1965)

Cork Swan

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