Eguria

      “Binsey Poplars (Felled 1879)”                              -Gerard Manley Hopkins   My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a  sandal led Shadow that swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weed winding bank O if we but knew what we do.   When we delve or hew Hack and rack the growing green! Since country is so tender, To touch, her being so slender, That, live this sleek and seeing ball But a prick will make no eye at all, Where we, even where we mean To mend her we end her, When we hew or delve; After-corners cannot guess the beauty been. Ten or twelve, only ten or twelve Strokes of havoc unserved The sweet especial scene, Rural scene, a rural scene Sweet especi...

                                                         “Caged Bird”                                   -Maya Angelou   The freed bird leaps On the back of the wind And floats down stream Till the current ends And dips his wing 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 A...