Wild Swans
By Rebecca Kinzie Bastian
24 Mar 2009
Wild Swans – Edna St. Vincent Millay
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more:
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying,
House without air, I leave you and lock your door.
Wild swans, come over the town, come over
The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
3 responses
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peggy gardner gave props (25 Mar 2009):
absolutely beautifully presented.
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Eugene Lim said (1 Apr 2009):
Reminds me of the band Wild Swans.
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J. Harris Blacklist gave props (19 Jun 2009):
Yes from me!!!
