I would my soul were like the bird
That dares the vastness undeterred.
Look, where the bluebird on the bough
Breaks into rapture even now!
He sings, tip-top, the tossing elm
As though he would a world overwhelm.
Indifferent to the void he rides
Upon the wind’s eternal tides.
He tosses gladly on the gale,
For well he knows he can not fail—
Knows if the bough breaks, still his wings
Will bear him upward while he sings!
by Edwin Markham
Edwin Markham, original name Charles Edward Anson Markham (born April 23, 1852, Oregon City, Ore., U.S.—died March 7, 1940, New York City ), American poet and lecturer, best-known for his poem of social protest, “The Man with the Hoe.”
Reference: https://www.britannica.com/biography/Edwin-Markham
Lovely poem!
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Beautiful……and the last lines simply carry you away as a good poem should do !
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Thank you so much dear Tony for your beautiful comment and appreciation! ❤ I am glad to hear you enjoyed it! ❤
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