Where roof-ends rise up into dragons in the temple quiet of Bangkok frantic wings are sold in small cages by women to earn a few baht. To free wings, to brefriend the flight of even sparrows, earns Buddhist merit and freedom for the self trapped in repetitive cages of flesh. Universal as dowdy sparrows, in this gilded glitter of temples, our ideals hover wings in sunlight to be caged once again in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO IN THE CAMPAGNA by ROBERT BROWNING SONGS IN ABSENCE: 7. THE SHIP by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK WHITSUNDAY 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |