It’s the birthday of Edna St Vincent Millay, or “Vincent” as she liked to be called. I tend to forget about her for long stretches but when I do read her again, I’m always delighted. This one doesn’t disappoint and makes me think about the Canada geese that are getting more active in the mornings and evenings here.
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!