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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 : :”