Swan Songs #3: Swansea 0-1 Arsenal

September 16, 2011 § 2 Comments

Swansea defender despair

by Maxwell Kuhl

They were like a slab of marble;
All lovely with twisting lines,
All sorts of spontaneous turns 

Bending and bright white like ribbons
Both rigid and easy, hapless and hungry,
And shades all together falling and fading;

Drawn out all along a smooth and solid
Immovable surface against immovable force
like waves whose ripples are frozen forever.

And nothing they could do could undo their doing
No making could unmake their form and shape
— Except an errant crack, and then a sudden break.


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§ 2 Responses to Swan Songs #3: Swansea 0-1 Arsenal

  • Fitba says:


    I like this.

  • The Gaffer says:

    One of my favourite poets, Ben Johnson, once wrote an affectionate poem about his son (“Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
    My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy”) – and I’m thinking you’d write something similar about Brendan Rodgers if and when Swansea win a game. Only time will tell really.

    Good stuff, once again.

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