September 1846 1 We find scraps of paper with bits of handwriting scattered on the ground at the foot of a post. Perhaps it is a message for us. Spread on my lap where I have gathered blossoms, held my babies, I hold this future: random shreds of paper have a scheme the…
With nothing but God’s word to go on, I built a boat too big to move, that never would float unless the sea came climbing the hills to take it. And even before the clouds had fully swollen, I loaded my live, paired cargo and waited for the expanding seas to find me. For nearly…
Dear Tarzan: I have often wondered how you like being Tarzan instead of the regular Joe. Do you really enjoy swinging on vines and all that? It must be great to be a hero and have fans all over the world, and kids imitating the way you talk, and of course you have a…
For years there was a struggle to recover the famous recipes, but now the one essential herb will flower only after a special chant, and we’ve forgotten it. True, there is a substitute but taken internally it makes us irritable and proud. I’ve tried to be pure; I even hammered my wrath into a crude…
Sacrificing to the four quarters I find the winds responsive. The rains come and I wish them here. I walk without shoes in the rain. Once from a bush a voice spoke to me— from the old brown skull of a murdered man: he told me his life story. Hearing, I knew it once more….
weeps into a faded finger bowl watches the tears evaporate in air measures the salt each day meanwhile her children spit to keep the plants alive
As for my photographs Print regardless What more can I tell them Print regardless
There is more continuity between North & South, Elizabeth Bishop's first book, and the nine new poems of Geography III, her latest, than the familiar and central image of travel. The new poems dramatize even more painstakingly what is perhaps the most fundamental issue in all of her poetry – seeing the ways nothing about…
the curve is a hill pending
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