He was morose,
but she was cheerful.
The bedroom was cold,
the feather bed close.
We were wakened in the dark by
the somnambulist brook
nearing the sea,
still dreaming audibly.
——Elizabeth Bishop A Summer's Dream
but she was cheerful.
The bedroom was cold,
the feather bed close.
We were wakened in the dark by
the somnambulist brook
nearing the sea,
still dreaming audibly.
——Elizabeth Bishop A Summer's Dream
