she thinks of ( the birds ) his face , his dear sweet earnest face , and knows it is not fear ; it is wanting he feels , a deep passionate wanting now barely held in check , and she feels that sense of power again , something like flying , something like looking down from above and seeing all the birds on the roofpeaks , on the tv antenna atop wally 's , seeing streets spread out maplike , oh desire , right , this was something , it was love and desire that taught you to fly .