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I know the song within a captured bird, A melancholy, rhythmic, beating heart A breathless sound; foreboding in its start It carries on the wind yet to be heard An octave high and down; the cage is stirred, For all who’ve come to rest and soon depart. The wing is clipped, to some, a work of art. Within, her captive song is not deterred. If flight returns and ever lifts the soul; If morning breaks forever or one day Her song, relentless in its reaching beat Arise, it will, to take her on its way. As feathers fade, the Spring must be consoled With heaven’s grace, both bird and song will meet.
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Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
Sonnet for a Captured Bird
I know the song within a captured bird, A melancholy, rhythmic, beating heart A breathless sound; foreboding in its start It carries on the wind yet to be heard An octave high and down; the cage is stirred, For all who’ve come to rest and soon depart. The wing is clipped, to some, a work of art. Within, her captive song is not deterred. If flight returns and ever lifts the soul; If morning breaks forever or one day Her song, relentless in its reaching beat Arise, it will, to take her on its way. As feathers fade, the Spring must be consoled With heaven’s grace, both bird and song will meet.
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deborah-drinon-haggerty
American
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
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