Poems by Elizabeth Bishop
Exchanging Hats
... we share your slight transvestite twistin spite of our embarrassment ...
O Breath
... ) Equivocal, but what we have in common's bound to be there, ...
Poem
... It's behind--I can almost remember the farmer's name ...
Rain Towards Morning
... whose wild ascending shadows will not be back, ...
A Miracle For Breakfast
... I saw it with one eye close to the crumb and galleries and marble chambers ...
The End Of March
... --But no kite. I wanted to get as far as my proto-dream-house, ...
View Of The Capitol From The Library Of Congress
... I think the trees must intervene,catching the music in their leaves ...
Florida
... On stumps and dead trees the charring is like black velvet ...
Sonnet (1928)
... And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!There is a magic made by melody: ...
Sandpiper
... he is preoccupied,looking for something, something, something ...
The Imaginary Iceberg
... The curtain is light enough to rise on finest ropes ...
Large Bad Picture
... in perpetual sunset, comprehensive, consoling,while the ships consider it ...
Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore
... from Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, ...
The Monument
... What is that?" It is the monument ...
Sleeping On The Ceiling
... the Jardin des Plantes has locked its gates ...
