<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Colder The Air</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must admire her perfect aim, <br>this huntress of the winter air <br>whose level weapon needs no sight, <br>if it were not that everywhere <br>her game is sure, her shot is right. <br>The least of us could do the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chalky birds or boats stand still, <br>reducing her conditions of chance; <br>air's gallery marks identically <br>the narrow gallery of her glance. <br>The target-center in her eye <br>is equally her aim and will. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time's in her pocket, ticking loud <br>on one stalled second. She'll consult <br>not time nor circumstance. She calls <br>on atmosphere for her result. <br>(It is this clock that later falls <br>in wheels and chimes of leaf and cloud.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Bishop">Elizabeth Bishop</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384059" data-title="The Colder The Air de Elizabeth Bishop" data-description="We must admire her perfect aim, this huntress of the winter air whose level weapon needs no sight, if it were not that everywhere her game is sure, her shot is right. The least of us could do the same. The chalky birds or boats stand still,..."></div> </div> </div>

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