Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishopwas an American poet and short-story writer. She was Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1949 to 1950, the Pulitzer Prize winner for Poetry in 1956, the National Book Award winner in 1970, and the recipient of the Neustadt International Prize for Literature in 1976...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth8 February 1911
CityWorcester, MA
CountryUnited States of America
art doors keys
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
fighting filled-up oil
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn't fight. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat from the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow around the rusted engine to the bailer rusted orange, the sun-cracked thwarts the oarlocks on their strings, the gunnels-until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
insomnia sleepers daytime
Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
body way sun
What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?
beach spring ocean
It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.
writing doe written
I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.
be-good
Something needn't be large to be good.
moving knowledge dark
It is what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of the world, derived from the rocky breasts forever, flowing and drawn, and since our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
feet pigs littles
The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
sorry writing people
I am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.
sailing care soap
Ports are necessities, like postage stamps or soap, but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.
art your-loss losing
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
home thinking long
Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?
people democracy world
Democracy in the contemporary world demands, among other things, an educated and informed people.