Monday Poem: “Wild Swans” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
As I said last week, I’ve been going through some of St. Vincent Millay’s work after encountering her at random in a piece of fanfiction. While I haven’t liked all of the poems I’ve read, I will say that she has a great deal of imagination and I have enjoyed exploring them. I particularly enjoyed the imagery of this piece that I’m featuring today:
Wild Swans by 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!
The Black Sheep 
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