“The swans were asleep,
dead matches floated in the dirty water,
and the gardens filled with whispered laughter.”— Conrad Aiken, from Selected Poems; “Unofficial Report Made by Divers Trysting Places”
“The swans were asleep,
dead matches floated in the dirty water,
and the gardens filled with whispered laughter.”— Conrad Aiken, from Selected Poems; “Unofficial Report Made by Divers Trysting Places”