When I must look to see where I can run, then the thing is to run without looking, to make the break like a frightened animal, like a child frightened, like a prisoner who suddenly sees his chance. The mere motion of leaving protects him, his captors stunned. Before they can come to, he is gone. When you do that, even though they bring you back to finish your term, if just to keep on doing it until you're dead, you are free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE A PRAYER TO THE WIND by THOMAS CAREW WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON PASSING AWAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN YEARS OF THE MODERN by WALT WHITMAN A SPIRITUAL AND WELL-ORDERED MIND by HENRY ALFORD |