“The moon draws back its waters from the shore.
By the lake's edge, I see a silver swan,
And she is what I would. In this light air,
Lost opposites bend down —
Sing of that nothing of which all is made,
Or listen into silence, like a god.”

—  Theodore Roethke

"The Swan," ll. 15-20
Words for the Wind (1958)

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