Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A CHINESE LARK, by CHARLES S. F. LINCOLN First Line: Out in the squalid village sits and sings Last Line: With hymns of praise, uplifted to the sun. Subject(s): Birds; Cages; Life; Singing & Singers; Songs | ||||||||
Out in the squalid village sits and sings The Bak-ling, swinging in his bamboo cage. Poor little prisoner with fluttering wings, Dispensing cheer to many a tea-shop sage, Looks from his perch on all humanity, Its lights and shadows, the unending throng Of sordid lives weighed down by misery, And from his throat pours out a heavenly song. Yes, there are lives like his in human kind, Whose lives, like his, are circumscribed by bars Of want and suffering and toil entwined, Yet they too sing, and hide the bitter scars; Like him bring joy and peace to those who run, With hymns of praise, uplifted to the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY PASS-A-GRILLE by CHARLES S. F. LINCOLN |
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