Wild Swans Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Wild Swans
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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4/24/2024 12:49:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Outstanding poem....great imagery and fantastic wishes to make..thanks for sharing 100++++