{"id":53306,"date":"2019-06-22T20:29:38","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T00:29:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=53306"},"modified":"2019-06-22T20:42:57","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T00:42:57","slug":"escape","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/escape\/","title":{"rendered":"Escape"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Caged Bird BY MAYA ANGELOU<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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A<\/strong><\/span> free<\/span> bird<\/span><\/strong> leaps<\/span><\/div>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

on the back of the wind<\/span><\/div>\n
and<\/span> floats downstream<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
till the current ends<\/span><\/div>\n
and dips his wing<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
in the orange sun rays<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
and dares to claim the sky<\/span>.<\/div>\n
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But<\/span> a bird<\/strong><\/span> that<\/span> stalks<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
down<\/span> his narrow cage<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
can seldom see through<\/span><\/div>\n
his bars of rage<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
his wings<\/span><\/strong> are<\/span> clipped<\/strong><\/span> and<\/span><\/div>\n
his feet are tied<\/span><\/div>\n

\nso he opens his throat to sing<\/span><\/strong>.<\/div>\n
The caged bird sings\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
with a fearful trill\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
of things unknown\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
but longed for still\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
and<\/span> his tune is heard<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
on the distant hill\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
for<\/span> the<\/strong><\/span> caged<\/span> bird<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
sings of freedom<\/span><\/strong>.<\/div>\n
The free bird thinks of<\/span><\/strong> another breeze<\/span><\/div>\n
and the trade winds soft through the sighing<\/span> trees<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
and the fat worms<\/span><\/strong> waiting on a dawn bright lawn<\/span><\/div>\n
and he names the sky his own<\/span><\/div>\n
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But<\/span> a caged bird<\/span><\/strong> stands on the grave of<\/span> dreams<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n
his shadow shouts on<\/span> a nightmare<\/strong><\/span> scream\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
so he opens his throat to sing.<\/span><\/div>\n
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The caged bird<\/span><\/strong> sings\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
with a fearful trill\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
of things unknown\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
but longed for still\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
and his tune is heard\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
on the distant hill\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
for the caged bird\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
sings of freedom<\/span><\/strong>.<\/div>\n
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jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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