Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

Posted: May 28, 2014 in Maya Angelou, poetry
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
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 fearful trill
of the 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
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Comments
  1. I heard that she died. 😦 What a beautiful tribute post to an amazing lady. 🙂 Her life and words have inspired me, and helped me gain courage and find my voice.
    I’m a caged bird who has tried to sing loud and clear. I have days my voice is silent and I am still…but, then I regain the courage to sing and move about.
    (((HUGS)))

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  2. Name the sky your own, C 🙂

    Like

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