A Prodigal (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Inheritance. I wasn't raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese-- "You're human," said my parents. That was all. By the ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
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 ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
O English mother, in the ruddy glow Hugging your baby closer when outside You see the silent, soft, and cruel ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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