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...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM |