Poetry Friday: The Swan (by Jack Prelutsky)

At my writing group last week, tundra swans came up, and they made me think of this poem from Jack Prelutsky‘s The Carnival of the Animals. I like Prelutsky’s beautiful verse more than his wacky stuff, and I love this poem.

The Swan

The stately and beguiling swan
Glides slowly on the lake,
With little but a ripple
In her evanescent wake.
Although she has no song to sing,
No words that she can say,
She’s perfectly exquisite
In her aqueous ballet.

The swan is grand and glorious,
She’s poised at every turn,
Epitomizing elegance
No other bird can learn.
Though some may say she’s just a swan
And fairly commonplace,
She’s positively nonpareil
At demonstrating grace.

One of my favorite things about this poem is what it doesn’t say–not a word about the swan’s neck!

The fabulous Jama Rattigan has the Poetry Friday Roundup today at Alphabet Soup, so you know it’ll be a tasty one!

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