The Swan

Under the lily shadow
and the gold
and the blue and mauve
that the whin and the lilac
pour down on the water,
the fishes quiver.

Over the green cold leaves
and the rippled silver
and the tarnished copper
of its neck and beak,
toward the deep black water
beneath the arches,
the swan floats slowly.

Into the dark of the arch the swan floats
and into the black depth of my sorrow
it bears a white rose of flame.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain.

Author

F. S. Flint

F. S. Flint was born in London, England, on December 19, 1885. He grew up in poverty and finished his formal education at age thirteen. In 1904, he began a career in civil service as a typist, and in 1908, he began writing reviews and articles for the literary journal New Age.

Flint was the author of three poetry collections: Otherword, Cadences (Poetry Bookshop, 1920), Cadences (Poetry Bookshop, 1915), and In the Net of Stars (E. Matthews, 1909).

Date Published

08/14/2017