I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Poem: Maya Angelou
Photo; The yett at Greenknowe Tower, by Alistair.
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Poem: Maya Angelou
Photo; The yett at Greenknowe Tower, by Alistair.
Source:
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
8 comments:
Hey Alistair! More beauty for yet another wet Sunday; thank you. Good grief, that's not rain; it's the sea cut into slices. Hmmm. Indigo
Hay Buddy - Glad you enjoyed it. Sorry to hear about the rain. It's been lovely and sunny up here all day. Good excuse to stay in and relax and maybe order in pizza of you're feeling lazy.
The bird flies
The shotgun bellows
The birdshot flies
The target settles
Birds are just fast moving targets.
Why TSB -
you're a poet,
And we didn't know it.
Pointy birds fly,
pointy pointy.
Overhead,
anointy nointy.
cheers!
"good excuse", "lazy day", "pizza".
Got it. Thanks.
Good poem - poignant! I haven't read that one in years.
Have your read the novel?
No 'fraid not. I tried many many years ago and failed. I guess I didn't have a point of reference at the time.
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