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everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
(Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979), U.S. poet. The Fish (l. 74-76). . .
The Complete Poems, 1927-1979 [Elizabeth Bishop]. (1983) Farrar, Straus and Giroux.)
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My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
(William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold (l. 1-2). . .
The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.)
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The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
(William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood (l. 10-11). . .
The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.)
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Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
(Yip Harburg (1898-1981), U.S. songwriter. Over the Rainbow (song), The Wizard of Oz (film, 1939).
sung by Judy Garland. Author born Isidore Hochberg, name changed to Edgar Y. Harburg.)
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Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
Stood closely over us through which to go.
(Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "Iris By Night.")
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Along a parabola life like a rocket flies,
Mainly in darkness, now and then on a rainbow.
(Andrei Voznesensky (b. 1933), Russian poet. Parabolic Ballad, st. 1 (1960), trans. by W.H. Auden.
Opening line of poem.)
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One doesn't look at a rainbow any longer that lasts a quarter of an hour.
(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Art and Antiquity, III, 1 (1821).)
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I testify
to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven
and walls of colour,
the colonnades of jasper.
(Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961), U.S. poet. "Tribute to the Angels.")
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