25 April 2012

Words from the shadows (3)

 (source)

Once, I knew a fine song
Stephen Crane

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.

No comments:

Post a Comment