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. To One Who Might Have Borne a Message
2. Siege
3. I Pray You If You Love Me
4. How Healthily Their Feet
5. Euclid Alone Has Looked

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