Thursday, July 30, 2015

Rain Towards Morning by Elizabeth Bishop

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. 


  1. I love your blog. Please don't stop posting poetry!

    1. I'm going to be taking a little bit of time off in August

    2. Thanks for the posts. Have a lovely time away. You'll be missed.