When I must look to see where I can run, then the thing is to run without looking, to make the break like a frightened animal, like a child frightened, like a prisoner who suddenly sees his chance. The mere motion of leaving protects him, his captors stunned. Before they can come to, he is gone. When you do that, even though they bring you back to finish your term, if just to keep on doing it until you're dead, you are free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SECRET by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY MIDSUMMER BIRDS by ROBERT FROST TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |