::springtime:: / Friday, April 20, 2007
What can it be,
this curious anxiety?
It is as if i wanted
To fly away from here
But how absurd!
I have never flown in my life,
And i do not know
what flying means, though i have heard,
of course, something about it.
Why do i peck the wires of this little cage?
It is the only nest i have ever knoqn.
But i want to build my own,
High in the secret branches of the air.
I cannot quite remember how
it is done, but i know
That what i want to do
cannot be done here.
I have all i need -
seed and water, air and light.
Why, then, do i weep in anguish
and beat my head and my wings
against those sharp wires, while the childer
Smile at each other, saying: "Hark how he sings?"
james kirkup
/ihopped at
11:42 PM
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