Poems by Elizabeth Bishop
Song for the Rainy Season
... of water the brook sings loud ...
Giant Snail
... enamel. Inside, it is as smooth as silk, and I, I fill it to perfection ...
One Art
... And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent ...
The Fish
... still crimped from the strain and snap ...
Sestina
... but the child is watching the teakettle's small hard tears ...
Lullaby For The Cat
... Joy and Love will both be yours, ...
Love Lies Sleeping
... on his heart, on his, and his,so send them about your business affectionately, ...
Filling Station
... Be careful with that match!Father wears a dirty, ...
In The Waiting Room
... February, 1918.I said to myself: three days ...
Manners
... "A fine bird," my grandfather said,"and he's well brought up ...
Insomnia
... and drop it down the wellinto that world inverted ...
The Moose
... past twin silver birches,through late afternoon ...
The Weed
... went off through the fine black grains of earth ...
Questions of Travel
... in which the traveller takes a notebook, writes: "Is it lack of imagination that makes us come ...
Roosters
... carved on a dim column in the travertine,explained by gallus canit ...
