The Swan, by Mary Oliver
In this poem, I thought that the way Mary said "Did you too see it, drifting, all night."And "A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned." That sent a sudden feeling through me, I don't know exactly what it was but it was DEFINITELY SOMETHING!!! The thing that was surprising is the fact that she used the word "shrill." What I'm trying to say is, well, here's an example. . ."shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the tree at late night a water fall Knifing down the black ledges." I didn't know what she meant by that but then my dad told me.
The cool thing about it is, I can relate to the poem. I mean I describe the object in my head but when it comes to writing it down on paper I sometimes get it right. But
not really. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah, well i can if it's typing but not writing.
I don't know why, but thats the way I am.
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