poet Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop

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Sonnet (1979)

Caught -- the bubble
in the spirit level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.
Freed -- the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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Comments about Sonnet (1979) by Elizabeth Bishop

  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (1/26/2019 4:50:00 AM)

    the rainbow-bird
    from the narrow bevel
    of the empty mirror,
    flying wherever
    it feels like, gay! a very fine poem. tony

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