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Слушать(AI)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.
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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