Notes for a ballet, The Spell: ... Suddenly Sigmund hears the flutter of wings, and a group of wild swans flies across… — Woody Allen Copy Share Image
“Looking back few friends had we but I've got him and he's got me. And when the golden minute comes when we… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town,… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
