Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп)

Sonnet (Caught - the bubble)

Caught - the bubble
in the spirit level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.
Freed - the broken
thermometer’s mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!

1. Rain Towards Morning
2. Manuelzinho
3. View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress
4. The Unbeliever
5. Giant Snail

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