Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп)

Conversation

The tumult in the heart 
keeps asking questions. 
And then it stops and undertakes to answer 
in the same tone of voice. 
No one could tell the difference. 

Uninnocent, these conversations start, 
and then engage the senses, 
only half-meaning to. 
And then there is no choice, 
and then there is no sense; 

until a name 
and all its connotation are the same.

1. Rain Towards Morning
2. Manuelzinho
3. Sonnet (Caught - the bubble)
4. View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress
5. The Unbeliever

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Conversation ("We were a baker’s dozen in the house-six women and six men")

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