Friday Poetry: Elizabeth Bishop

Happy Friday!

I hope everyone has had a good week so far and have good plans for the weekend.

My chosen poem this week is by the American poet and short story writer Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979).

Thunder

And suddenly the giants tired of play. -
With huge, rough hands they flung the gods' gold balls
And silver harps and mirrors at the walls
Of Heaven, and trod, ashamed, where lay
The loveliness of flowers. Frightened Day
On white feet ran from out the temple halls,
The blundering dark was filled with great war-calls,
And Beauty, shamed, slunk silently away.

Be quiet, little wind among the leaves
That turn pale faces to the coming storm.
Be quiet, little foxes in your lairs,
And birds and mice be still - a giant grieves
For his forgotten might. Hark now the warm
And heavy stumbling down the leaden stairs!

Elizabeth Bishop

Happy Reading

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