The English Garden, in Munich
still lies in absolute silence
fossilized in its perfection:
but, suddenly, loud thunderclaps
violently break its infinite peace.
a swan is running along a canal
seeking for its troubling takeoff,
like the lust of conquest of Zeus
when he overwhelmed Leda's defences.
great if the contrast existing between
its white wings and its black claws
which help its stout wide body
beating the canal's water,
counterpoint with earthly fury
its immaculate heavenly strength:
and the result will be simply
that the swan will soon be only
a scale sparkling in the glory of the sun.