4th stanza of a poem
inspired by a news story about a black swan in Germany which appeared to have fallen in love with an enormous plastic paddle boat in the shape of a white swan( The author,
http://www.nzetc.org/iiml/bestnzpoems/BNZP10/... )
It was inevitable I would follow you
the sound of laughing that came
though you never laughed
the sweet nonsensical conversations
in which you remained impassively silent
the pointless journeys you took
your eyes perfectly round.
My desire was the desire to be superlative
I, who had spent years in
domestic craftbecame selfishly single-minded as an artist
inflicting your beauty on myself
like some ecstatic adolescent
cutting her arm with a pocket knife.
http://www.nzetc.org/iiml/bestnzpoems/BNZP10/...
