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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.

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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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