Tag Archives: Elizabeth Bishop

One Art – Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;  so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. … Continue reading

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North Haven – Elizabeth Bishop

In Memoriam: Robert Lowell  I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the spruce. It is so still the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky no clouds … Continue reading

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Manners – Elizabeth Bishop 

My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, “Be sure to remember to always speak to everyone you meet.” We met a stranger on foot. My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat. “Good day, sir. Good day. … Continue reading

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Love Lies Sleeping – Elizabeth Bishop

Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets  to trains of light. now draw us into daylight in our beds; and clear away what presses on the brain: … Continue reading

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Little Exercise – Elizabeth Bishop

Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to it growling.  Think how they must look now, the mangrove keys lying out there unresponsive to the lightning in dark, … Continue reading

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Poem – Large Bad Picture – Elizabeth Bishop

Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or  some northerly harbor of Labrador,  before he became a schoolteacher  a great-uncle painted a big picture.  Receding for miles on either side  into a flushed, still sky  are overhanging pale blue cliffs  hundreds … Continue reading

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Poem – A Summer’s Dream – Elizabeth Bishop

To the sagging wharf  few ships could come.  The population numbered  two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,  a gentle storekeeper  asleep behind his counter,  and our kind landlady—  the dwarf was her dressmaker.  The idiot could be beguiled  by picking … Continue reading

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