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A poem from Peter Meinke's 'Lines from Neuchatel'

Peter Meinke, the poet laureate of St. Petersburg, recently published a 35th anniversary edition of his book Lines From Neuchatel. Here is one of the poems from the book.

Neuchatel Swans

dine wanly on pretzels

which they hold in their beaks

like firemen carrying children

Our children swim in cold green water

diving off stones below

the splayed feet of swans unafraid

of anything anything

They don't fear the blue shadow

turning circles deep in the water

there are no sharks in Lake Neuchatel

but what the hell is that shadow?

They have heard of the black swan

who eats geraniums they have seen

the tall gates of the houses

close like beaks

but it's all a story

Scare me daddy tell me another story

and one day there he is son of a gun

there on the horizon sails the black swan

immense and satisfied white

geraniums in his mouth

preening toward the children who swim out

little pink fingers

A poem from Peter Meinke's 'Lines from Neuchatel' 10/17/09 [Last modified: Saturday, October 17, 2009 5:30am]

    

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