The Fledgling Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Fledgling

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So, art thou feahered, art thou flown,
Thou naked thing?—and canst alone
Upon the unsolid summer air
Sustain thyself, and prosper there?
Shall no more with anxious note
Advise thee through the happy day,
Thrusting the worm into thy throat,
Bearing thine excrement away?
Alas, I think I see thee yet,
Perched on the windy parapet,
Defer thy flight a moment still
To clean thy wing with careful bill.
And thou are feathered, thou art flown;
And hast a project of thine own.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

An enjoyable little poem.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Rockland / Maine / United States
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