The great light cage has broken up in the air, <br />freeing, I think, about a million birds <br />whose wild ascending shadows will not be back, <br />and all the wires come falling down. <br />No cage, no frightening birds; the rain <br />is brightening now. The face is pale <br />that tried the puzzle of their prison <br />and solved it with an unexpected kiss, <br />whose freckled unsuspected hands alit.<br /><br />Elizabeth Bishop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-towards-morning/
