review_text: The Shampoo – Elizabeth Bishop The still explosions on the rock,the lichens, growby spreading grey, concentric shocks.They have arrangedto meet the rings around the moon, althoughwithin our memories they have not changed. And since the heavens will attendas long on us,you’ve been, dear friend,precipitate and pragmatical;and look what happens. For Timeis nothing if not amenable. The shooting stars in your black hairin bright formationare flocking where,so straight, so soon?- Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin,battered and shiny like the moon. chorei
review_text_processed: the shampoo – elizabeth bishop the still explosions on the rock,the lichens, growby spreading grey, concentric shocks.they have arrangedto meet the rings around the moon, althoughwithin our memories they have not changed. and since the heavens will attendas long on us,you’ve been, dear friend,precipitate and pragmatical;and look what happens. for timeis nothing if not amenable. the shooting stars in your black hairin bright formationare flocking where,so straight, so soon?- come, let me wash it in this big tin basin,battered and shiny like the moon. chorei