Indescribable
the whiteness of the mute swans
in the cove this noon.
Ignorant of love,
I exclaim “pas de deux” as
they float side by side.
Given to ideals,
I think pure unity, that
uncarved marble block.
Only the moon in
a steamy summer night mist
makes me this jealous.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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Metaxyturn Diaries 
Mute swans are indeed inspirational. They have a stillness in heir beauty which you have captured exactly here Tom.
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