Edna St. Vincent Millay

(22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States)

Wild Swans - Poem by 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!


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  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 4:34:00 PM)

    A beautifully written poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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