YOU would have broken my wings, but the very fact that you knew I had wings, set some seal on my bitter heart, my heart broke and fluttered and sang. You would have snared me, and scattered the strands of my nest; but the very fact that you saw, sheltered me, claimed me, set me apart from the rest Of men -- of @3men@1 made you a god, and me, claimed me, set me apart and the song in my breast, yours, yours forever -- if I escape your evil heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN ZEUS TOO IS A VICTIM by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS |