The End Of March by Elizabeth Bishop It was cold and windy, scarcely the dayto take a walk on that long beachEverything was withdrawn as far as possible,indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken,seabirds in ones or twos.The rackety, icy, offshore windnumbed our faces on one side;disrupted the formationof a lone flight of CanadaContinue reading “The End Of March : Elizabeth Bishop : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”