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Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Day Four: 7 Beautiful poems

7 days. 7 poems. The type of poems that make you smile a little bit on the inside because you finally get what they're talking about... and it's beautiful.

Day Four:


Caged Bird

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind  
and floats downstream  
till the current ends
and dips his wing
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 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.

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.

-  MAYA ANGELOU

Monday, 27 July 2015

Day Three: 7 Beautiful poems

7 days. 7 poems. The type of poems that make you smile a little bit on the inside because you finally get what they're talking about... and it's beautiful.

Day Three:

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds, -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved - still warm - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?


- Wilfred Owen

Monday, 15 June 2015

Day Two: 7 Beautiful poems

7 days. 7 poems. The type of poems that make you smile a little bit on the inside because you finally get what they're talking about... and it's beautiful.

Day Two:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great 

And would suffice. 


Robert Frost

Sunday, 14 June 2015

Day One: 7 beautiful poems

7 days. 7 poems. The type of poems that make you smile a little bit on the inside because you finally get what they're talking about... and it's beautiful.

Day one:

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


W. B. Yates