The Starling
”`I can’t get out’, said the starling.” Sterne’s `Sentimental Journey’. Forever the impenetrable wall Of self confines my poor rebellious soul, I never see the towering white clouds roll Before a sturdy wind, save through the small Barred window of my jail. I live a thrall With all my outer life a clipped, square hole, Rectangular; a fraction of a scroll Unwound and winding like a worsted ball. My thoughts are grown uneager and depressed Through being always mine, my fancy’s wings Are moulted and the feathers blown away. I weary for desires never guessed, For alien passions, strange imaginings, To be some other person for a day.
Amy Lowell’s other poems:
- The Fool Errant
- The Cyclists
- To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
- The Paper Windmill
- Francis II, King of Naples
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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