No Swan So Fine
A Poem by Marianne Moore

               "No water so still as the
                 dead fountains of Versailles." No swan,
               with swart blind look askance
               and gondoliering legs, so fine
                 as the chintz china one with fawn-
               brown eyes and toothed gold
               collar on to show whose bird it was.


               Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
                 candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
               tinted buttons, dahlias,
               sea-urchins, and everlastings,
                 it perches on the branching foam
               of polished sculptured
               flowers--at ease and tall. The king is dead.

Published May 2, 1998
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