Rain Towards Morning Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

Rain Towards Morning

Rating: 3.2


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 16 December 2014

beautifully expressed work nice imagery

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Elizabeth Bishop

Worcester, Massachusetts
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