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The Starling

 "`I can't get 
out', said the starling.
" Sterne's `Sentimental Journey'.
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.

Poem by Amy Lowell
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