The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
(Andrew Marvell : 1621-1678 : To His Coy Mistress)
Sea is a prison of the waves.
Shores are a prison of the sea.
Four directions prison of the day.
Day a prison of the night.
For the flowers hair a prison
For the tongue words are the prison.
For me your arms a prison.
Do not open those enfolding arms.
And let go this bird into a far off distance.
(Translation of a song from Malayalam film Yamanam)