I've had some fairly confusing feelings lately, some things that I can't describe and can at times be debilitating. Anyways, I spend a fair amount of time reading, and lately I have been reading some poetry. There is this one poet that I found that is sometimes hard to decipher, yet I connect with his words. I just read this one and have been pondering it:
-The Caged Skylark-
As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,
dwells-
That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life's age.
Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage,
Both sing sometimes the sweetest, sweetest spells,
Yet both droop deadly sometimes in their cells
Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.
Not that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs to rest-
Why, hear him , hear him babble and drop down to his nest,
But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.
Man's spirit will be flesh-bound when found at best,
But uncumbered: meadow-down is not distressed
For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bones risen.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
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hey you didn't say who the author was? i like the work though, so let me know who its by, love frances
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