Over the roofs the swallows fly In the quiet evening air. Though just above the homes of men, They have not any care. The women on the balconies, That watch and seem to see, The birds could touch them with their wings, They stand so quietly. So quietly! But if the birds Had cognizance of pain, Could hear the prayers that quiver past, They would not fly again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRELUDE TO A FAIRY TALE by EDITH SITWELL AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON SURFACE AND STRUCTURE: BONAVENTURE HOTEL, LOS ANGELES by KAREN SWENSON |