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Amy Lowell - The Starling
Work rating: Medium

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