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.

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Poet: Elizabeth Bishop
Poem: Rain Towards Morning
Volume: A Cold Spring
Year: Published/Written in 1955
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Apr 27 2004
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