Caged Bird BY MAYA ANGELOU 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 A Renaissance woman and cultural pioneer, died Wednesday morning at her home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. The 86-year-old had been a professor of American studies at Wake Forest University since 1982. She lived a life as a teacher, activist, artist and human being. She was a warrior for equality, tolerance and peace, her son said.
Posted on: Wed, 28 May 2014 22:23:05 +0000
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