POEM: My Fearful Swan
My fearful singing swan is
so mindful yet forced silentBy early white plumage.
Elves glide on blissful song in the dell,
Parting false company. But only by
Listening, you died betrayed & sang
Aways in circles, where the song faded away.
You were such a swan then.
Found Poem From Translation of Edvard Grieg’s “The Swan”