Type into the gaps to complete the poem. To reset the game, click on the "Reset Game" button located below the poem. This will clear all the words you've placed in the blanks, and resetting the poem to its original state with empty blanks. If you prefer to drag and drop words, click the Drag & Drop button below. You can also print out the poem for use in the classroom.
Amorphous is the mind; its quality
Is in its fibre, not its form;
If it desire to fly it on wings,
Awkwardly, not like a bird
At first (though later); the rustle of a thing half-heard
Can twist as iron at times is twisted by a wind-storm word after word
Can pummel it for hours yet it like a leaf on a still day unstirred.
a man’s habit clings
And he will wear tomorrow today he wears.
The mind is happy in the air, happy to be up there with
Learning feathers, but man loathes it.
The mind cries “Up! Oh, up!
Oh, let me try to fly!
Look! I can lift you!” but he smothers its cry;
Out of thrift, fear of next year's feathers, he clothes it in years things
And tries his best to button across keelshaped breast a coat knobbed out by new wings.