There was.
incidentally I came accross this poem by Elizabeth Bishop, which fits the discussions in this thread pretty well, whether it was intended to be about sexual identity or not (it might have been, Liz was a lez after all)
Quote:
Sonnet
Caught - the bubble
in the spirit-level,
a creature divided;
and the compass needle
wobbling and wavering,
undecided.
Freed - the broken
thermometer's mercury
running away;
and the rainbow-bird
from the narrow bevel
of the empty mirror,
flying wherever
it feels like, gay!
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