Elizabeth Bishop : : The Bright : : At low tide like this how sheer the water is. 1White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare 2and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches. 3Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, 4 the water in the bight doesn’t wet anything,5the color of the gas flameContinue reading “The Bight: Elizabeth Bishop : March Poems : : Month Poems : :”
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The End Of March : Elizabeth Bishop : : March Poems : : Month Poems : :
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End Of March by Elizabeth Bishop It was cold and windy, scarcely the dayto take a walk on that long beachEverything was withdrawn as far as possible,indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken,seabirds in ones or twos.The rackety, icy, offshore windnumbed our faces on one side;disrupted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 : :”
Song For The Rainy Season : Elizabeth Bishop : : Rain Poems : :
Song For The Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop ( 1911 – 1979 )Hidden, oh hiddenin the high fogthe house we live in,beneath the magnetic rock,rain-, rainbow-ridden,where blood-blackbromelias, lichens,owls, and the lintof the waterfalls cling,familiar, unbidden. In a dim ageof waterthe brook sings loudfrom a rib cageof giant fern; vaporclimbs up the thick growtheffortlessly, turns back,holdingContinue reading “Song For The Rainy Season : Elizabeth Bishop : : Rain Poems : :”
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