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Black Swans: A
Poem for Voices
We are the black swans,
the women who swim.
Who fly at night.
Who are the night.
Our golden feet touch
quiet water, skim
shining surface, plunge deep
to make currents in dark weeds.
We come and go.
We know each other's dreams;
we dream each other.
Dream the flight
past ragged moon,
past singing stars,
and it comes true.
We are the wings.
We reach for wind
and make it ours;
we become the wind.
Our words are swan words,
black and full.
We go distances,
return, endure.
©1983, Katharyn Howd Machan.
Published in Writing
Home, Gehry Press.
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