THE GREAT RIVER CALLED MISSISIPI

We saw only deer and cattle,

bustards and Swans without wings

because they drop Their plumage

in This country.

"Of the first Voyage made by Father Marquette toward new Mexico, and How the idea thereof was conceived." From Reuben Gold Thwaites(1853-1913) (edit.): The Jesuit relations and allied documents. Volume 59(1896), Chapter CXXXVI-CXXXVIII, Voyages Du P. Jacques Marquette, 1673-75.

The swans

coming to the country

lost their wings,

lost their freedom,

becoming prisoners

of the earth,

the wide sky

and foreign lands

forbidden to them.

The clear waters

of the distant lakes

they had migrated from

would never reflect

them gliding

on their surfaces again;

they would forever

huddle, wingless,

on the shores

of the great river Missisipi.

01.09.2025

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