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. The Last White Sawdust
2. I Shall Go Back Again
3. She Filled Her Arms with Wood
4. Then Cautiously She Pushed
5. She Let Them Leave Their Jellies

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