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Слушать(AI)Sleeping on the Ceiling
It is so peaceful on the ceiling!
It is the Place de la Concorde.
The little crystal chandelieris off, the fountain is in the dark.
Not a soul is in the park.
Below, where the wallpaper is peeling,the Jardin des Plantes has locked its gates.
Those photographs are animals.
The mighty flowers and foliage rustle;under the leaves the insects tunnel.
We must go under the wallpaperto meet the insect-gladiator,to battle with a net and trident,and leave the fountain and the
But oh, that we could sleep up there…
Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop (February 8, 1911 – October 6, 1979) was an American poet and short-story writer. She was Consultant in Poetry to the Library o
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