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Слушать(AI)Sonnet 1979
Caught — the bubblein the spirit level,a creature divided;and the compass needlewobbling and wavering,undecided.
Freed — the brokenthermometer's mercuryrunning away;and the rainbow-birdfrom the narrow bevelof the empty mirror,flying whereverit feels like, gay!
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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