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Friday, January 9, 2004


Sympathy
Yesterday, I found that my mind had strayed to a poem about some one named Anyone. So, I dug up the old poetry book (which was, by some odd chance, on my kid-sister's book shelf) and flipped through it, looking for it. And then I strayed upon this...it made me cry:


Sympathy

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 opens,
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;
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in his old, old scars
And they pulse again wtih 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!

-Paul Laurence Dunbar

This poem is so sad! And if this isn't Neji, nothing is.

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