Daily Poem: Wild Swans ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
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!
1921 Milo Winter faerie tale lithograph for Hans Andersen’s “Wild Swans”
