Edna St. Vincent Millay (Эдна Сент-Винсент Миллей)

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!

1. Whereas At Morning In A Jeweled Crown
2. The Fledgling
3. The Death of Autumn
4. Sonnets 04: Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended
5. Sonnets 06: No Rose That In A Garden Ever Grew

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