25 DECEMBER 1964, Page 21

Swan

Silent is my dress when I step across the earth, Reside in my house, or ruffle the waters.

Sometimes my adornments and this high windy air Lift me over the livings of men, The power of the clouds carries me far Over all people. My white pinions Resound very loudly, ring with a melody, Sing out clearly, when I sleep not on The soil or settle on grey waters . .. a travelling spirit.