Author: Elizabeth Bishop

Now can you see the monument? It is of wood Built somewhat like a box. No. Built Like several boxes […]

The brown enormous odor he lived by Was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, For him to judge. […]

The tumult in the heart Keeps asking questions. And then it stops and undertakes to answer In the same tone […]

Moving from left to left, the light Is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside […]

Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling […]

Caught the bubble In the spirit level, A creature divided; And the compass needle Wobbling and wavering, Undecided. Freed the […]

From narrow provinces Of fish and bread and tea, Home of the long tides Where the bay leaves the sea […]

The moon in the bureau mirror Looks out a million miles (and perhaps with pride, at herself, But she never, […]

Love’s the boy stood on the burning deck Trying to recite “The boy stood on The burning deck.” Love’s the […]

Unfunny uncles who insist In trying on a lady’s hat, oh, even if the joke falls flat, We share your […]