WITHIN a churchyard, on a recent grave, I saw a little cage That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save Its hops from stage to stage. There was inquiry in its wistful eye, And once it tried to sing; Of him or her who placed it there, and why, No one knew anything. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POST-IMPRESSIONIST SUSURRATION FOR THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER by HAYDEN CARRUTH REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG |