They dip their wings in the sunset,
They dash against the air
As if to break themselves upon its stillness:
In every movement, too swift to count,
Is a revelry of indecision,
A furtive delight in trees they do not desire
And in grasses that shall not know their weight.
They hover and lean toward the meadow
With little edged cries;
As if frightened at the earth’s nearness,
They seek the high austerity of evening sky
And swirl into its depth.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Swallows” was published in Speyer’s book A Canopic Jar (E. P. Dutton & Company, 1921).
Date Published: 1921-03-28
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/swallows