Rain towards Morning
by Elizabeth Bishop
The great light cage has broken up in the air,
freeing, I think, about a million birds
whose wild ascending shadows will not be back,
and all the wires come falling down.
No cage, no frightening birds; the rain
is brightening now. The face is pale
that tried the puzzle of their prison
and solved it with an unexpected kiss,
whose freckled unsuspected hands alit.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
A Rainy Poem in a Rainless Week
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gorgeous. like you. i hope you are well and writing.
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