2 min read
Слушать

The Colder The Air

We must admire her perfect aim, this huntress of the winter air whose level weapon needs no sight, if it were not that everywhere her game is sure, her shot is right.

The least of us could do the same.

The chalky birds or boats stand still, reducing her conditions of chance; air's gallery marks identically the narrow gallery of her glance.

The target-center in her eye is equally her aim and will.

Time's in her pocket, ticking loud on one stalled second.

She'll consult not time nor circumstance.

She calls on atmosphere for her result. (It is this clock that later falls in wheels and chimes of leaf and cloud.)

0
0
53
Give Award

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…

Other author posts

Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments

Reading today

Ryfma
Ryfma is a social app for writers and readers. Publish books, stories, fanfics, poems and get paid for your work. The friendly and free way for fans to support your work for the price of a coffee
© 2024 Ryfma. All rights reserved 12+