Bondage
Many cages round me, Bar on bar Stand grim, forbidding! Ghostly pressures Clutch my heart.
I gaze with eyes unseeing — Whereunto may I wander free? Alas, alas! My garden walks lie inwardly!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Many cages round me, Bar on bar Stand grim, forbidding! Ghostly pressures Clutch my heart.
I gaze with eyes unseeing — Whereunto may I wander free? Alas, alas! My garden walks lie inwardly!
The speaker describes a life hemmed in by cages—bar on bar—that feel grim and forbidding. These aren’t necessarily literal cages; they read as social or emotional restrictions, pressures that grip the heart like ghosts.
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