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...MY LAST DUCHESS; FERRRA by ROBERT BROWNING TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH by ROBERT BURNS THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON AN INVITATION TO A DRINKFEST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |