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.

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!