If feeding swans is what you want, feed swans.
Admire the articulation of their bones.
Bury your hands in sixty thousand feathers.
Watch while they live; Watch while they live; set your clock by their heedless snorts.
For their part, they will take whatever you give to them.

Be careful; they they are not your friends
They are old, have looked the world in the face
Have watched cities burn, heroes pour their lives in the mud.
Floating on black pools
They are wild, not emblems of peace.

Forget friendship.
Ask the old gods why you are here.
Do not feed swans: hunt them.
There are reasons for being you may have forgotten.

Most high: all things are emblems of you.
Most high: all things are emblems of you.
Greet you when you rise, caress you before you sleep.
At dawn the sky is huge with desire.
At noon each bush burns to embrace.
At night At night the darkness whispers
the darkness whispers
whispers
Of good works accomplished in darkness. Most high: 

O moon
O moon
O moon
Call me a root among flowers
O moon
O moon
Call me a root among flowers
Dark amid iridescence,
A swine among leopards, antelopes, lambs
(such sleek and fleet and soft as you desire),
A crow among swans.

But crow (and black as night)
My wings will lift me as no swan's
Up to your silver light,
Or swine, I can lurch through brambles,
Snorting, Snorting, until I touch your sphere
Where it just touches the great circle of the earth,
Or root, as root endures,
Sends out more roots, is life
Is gathered by moonlight,
Is moved inwardly by that light,
Is stirred to rise,
Powerful, sends out its thick black shoots upwards
Until nothing at all nothing at all can resist its its motion
Toward you
O moon.