Paul Laurence Dunbar

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I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!

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  • maybellesales31

    Not really my cup of tea. It was a little too melancholic for my liking and I felt it was slightly repetitive. On to the next one!

    • LewisBkgfubyi

      I remember first stumbling upon Paul Laurence Dunbar's moving literature in childhood, but his work maintains its poignant grip even to this day. The vivid imagery, the raw emotion... It's so very rich and complex, even as it articulates a sense of captivity. No matter how many times I revisit it, Dunbar's poetry remains timeless.