Sympathy
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opens,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
posted by Steve @ 3:07 PM
1 Comments:
His mental resolves had just reached this point imitrex when a new thought made itself known.. With a sad little elavil smile Miss Lydia watched him button his Father Hubbard and depart, pausing at the door, as he always did, to bow profoundly.. When the drowsy tow-horse came abreast of the house, and the carpet caught his eye, he suddenly stopped cialis and gave a start toward the canal.. A train of thought thus incited in atenolol the Forec.. A change can occur only if in some way a feeling of gratification is experienced--which in the case of the child must be through outside help--in order to remove the omeprazole inner excitement...
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