there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?
Marvelous readers,Ā
As I said previously Charles, has a realistic and a bit drastic view on love. In this poem the author is in love, however, he doesnāt know how to deal with this feeling, so he decides to hide it and let it fall in oblivion.Ā
The ābluebirdā is a metaphor, a representation of his love for someone, and the way that the author deals with this bird, with this feeling, is the classic way of someone who is afraid of exposing himself to the humiliation and despair that love can be. The author believes that the only way to keep his mind and his heart safe is to imprison this bird. But a curious thing about love, is that when it is real and meaningful it wonāt go away no matter for how long it is ignored as we can see in āI haven't quite let him dieā.
Once the author discovers that this love wonāt die he realizes that he needs to āsedateā this feeling so he uses the most common way of trying to deceive the heart, alcohol and cigarettes. We may even say that he tries to find love and comfort in the bottom of a bottle. Ā Although he tries he cannot hide this bird for much longer, and it is at this point that a moment of weakness emerges, the night, that period of time where the mind and heart are able to free themselves, when the noise stops, the stress and the responsibilities of the normal day life are extinguished and we are left with ourselves exposed to a pure moment of meditation. At that point the author feels more secure and at ease to show a part of him that he loves and fears at the same time. However, as most things, nights donāt last forever, and when the day comes, itās time to proceed his life so he puts the bird back and moves on, like nothing has happened. The only problem is that the little bird is still alive and eager to come out as we can see in ābut he's singing a littleā. Ā
The ability that the author has of showing and concealing his feelings may shock you but we should never forget that sometimes we need to listen to our minds and not our hearts, there are moments to feel and moments to live, and we cannot put one at risk because of the other.Ā
Take care,Ā
Marta










