Letter To N.Y. (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago; A straight white curtain at the head, And ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
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