Poems by Elizabeth Bishop
First Death In Nova Scotia
... Jack Frost had started to paint him ...
The Map
... More delicate than the historians' are the map-makers' colors ...
The Shampoo
... --Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin, ...
Sonnet (1979)
... running away; and the rainbow-bird ...
Argument
... and gone both for good and from the gentle battleground ...
Letter To N.Y.
... where everything seems to happen in waves,and most of the jokes you just can't catch, ...
The Unbeliever
... leaving out in the air of the night the sleeper's head ...
The Bight
... and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm, ...
The Armadillo
... rose-flecked, head down, tail down,and then a baby rabbit jumped out, ...
Casabianca
... while the poor ship in flames went down ...
At The Fishhouses
... your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn ...
The Man-Moth
... and be forced through, as from a tube, in black scrolls on the light ...
Anaphora
... The day was meant for what ineffable creature ...
Five Flights Up
... by day itself.Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous ...
Conversation
... until a name and all its connotation are the same ...
