Amorphous is the mind

Edna St. Vincent Millay

1892 to 1950

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Learning feathers, but the man loathes it.
Can twist it as iron at times is twisted by a wind-storm or word after word
The mind cries "Up! Oh, up!
Look! I can lift you!" but he smothers its cry;
Is in its fibre, not its form;
But a man's habit clings
If it desire to fly it puts on wings,
And he will wear tomorrow what today he wears.
Oh, let me try to fly!
At first (though later); the rustle of a thing half-heard
Can pummel it for hours yet leave it like a leaf on a still day unstirred.
Awkwardly, not like a bird
Amorphous is the mind; its quality
Out of thrift, and fear of next year's feathers, he clothes it in last years things
The mind is happy in the air, happy to be up there with
And tries his best to button across a keelshaped breast a coat knobbed out by new wings.