by Ivan Terestchenko
Caught - the bubble
in the spirit-level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.
Freed - the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!
Photography and Sculpture Terestchenko
Sonnet, Elizabeth Bishop, 1979
Alice Helen Methfessel, 2008©
Library of America, 2008
Makes me blush ...
ReplyDeleteHow could you know, with your tan? Still, I'm glad it is the gentler side of outrage. :)
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