Forever the impenetrable wall <br />Of self confines my poor rebellious soul, <br />I never see the towering white clouds roll <br />Before a sturdy wind, save through the small <br />Barred window of my jail. I live a thrall <br />With all my outer life a clipped, square hole, <br />Rectangular; a fraction of a scroll <br />Unwound and winding like a worsted ball. <br />My thoughts are grown uneager and depressed <br />Through being always mine, my fancy's wings <br />Are moulted and the feathers blown away. <br />I weary for desires never guessed, <br />For alien passions, strange imaginings, <br />To be some other person for a day.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-starling/
