Elizabeth Bishop

(8 February 1911 – 6 October 1979 / Worcester, Massachusetts)

Rain Towards Morning - Poem 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.

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  • Gold Star - 10,112 Points Heather Wilkins (12/16/2014 6:02:00 PM)

    beautifully expressed work nice imagery (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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