I know why the caged bird sings is a poem
by Maya Angelou, an American writer and acclaimed poet. Maya Angelou grew up at
a time when racism was still being practiced and racial prejudice was in great
proportions across the states, out of which she wrote this poem.
This poem appealed to me mostly because I
am very interested in American black history and because I have heard a lot about
Maya Angelou. But while lightly studying her, her work and especially this
poem, I was introduced into the intrigues of her life.
Coincidentally, “I know why the caged bird
sings” is one of Maya Angelou’s most renowned works. Apart from the poem, it is
also a book, an autobiography which dealt with her growing up period exposing
the hardships by oppression of both race and sex. In it, she opened up about
rape which could steal the theme of this poem from racism.
She wrote the poem in third person,
understanding both worlds of the free and the oppressed but obviously
experiencing the suffering as a part of the victim. The feelings disclose her
as the caged bird. She is the caged bird that knows about the sun and the free
open skies but does not fly out there. She knows of the other bird that lives
in that free world flying above and down the stream and feeding luxuriously.
It is not easy to dissect this poem by
analysing the writer. Maya Angelou is too compound for one to feel that they
understand her work without her input in explaining it. The caged bird could be
interpreted in two ways, first as I quickly saw it, as a voice against racial
prejudice or/and slavery, or two a voice against female discrimination.
In this poem, Maya Angelou uses metaphors
throughout; though to sing could be just that since the black people were known
to sing a lot to express themselves during that time. She uses personification
of people as birds and her tone is of sadness wrapped with a dreamy longing.
P Bryan Njoroge.
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings.
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
(Maya Angelou's Tribute For Nelson Mandela, His Day Is Done.)
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