Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп)

Rain Towards Morning

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.

1. O Breath
2. The Monument
3. Filling Station
4. Cirque D’Hiver
5. Visits to St. Elizabeths

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1155

Последние стихотворения

To English version