Elizabeth Bishop (Элизабет Бишоп)

Sonnet (I am in need of music that would flow)

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

1. Crusoe in England
2. To Be Written on the Mirror in Whitewash
3. View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress
4. Strayed Crab
5. Large Bad Picture

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