’scaped Poem by Stephen Crane
’scaped
Rating: ★2.7
Once, I knew a fine song,
- It is true, believe me -
It was all of birds,
And I held them in a basket;
When I opened the wicket,
Heavens! They all flew away.
I cried, 'Come back, little thoughts!'
But they only laughed.
They flew on
Until they were as sand
Thrown between me and the sky.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birds
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8/6/2026 10:57:01 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Very true with a poet and his thoughts which are so not frequent nor we can hold them. Beautiful