Rain Towards Morning
Read 'Rain Towards Morning' by 'Elizabeth Bishop' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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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