Poet

Elizabeth Bishop

138 poems in the collection

A Miracle for Breakfast At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, A Miracle For Breakfast At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, Anaphora Each day with so much ceremony Anaphora Each day with so much ceremony A Prodigal The brown enormous odor he lived by A Prodigal The brown enormous odor he lived by Argument Days that cannot bring you near Argument Days that cannot bring you near Arrival At Santos Here is a coast; here is a harbor; Arrival At Santos Here is a coast; here is a harbor; A Summer’s Dream - To the sagging wharf At the Fishhouses Although it is a cold evening, At The Fishhouses Although it is a cold evening, Cape Breton Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, Cape Breton Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, Casabianca Love's the boy stood on the burning deck Casabianca Love's the boy stood on the burning deck Chemin De Fer Alone on the railroad track Chemin De Fer Alone on the railroad track Cirque D'Hiver Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, Cirque D'Hiver Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, Conversation The tumult in the heart Conversation The tumult in the heart Crusoe in England A new volcano has erupted, Exchanging Hats Unfunny uncles who insist Exchanging Hats Unfunny uncles who insist Faustina, or Rock Roses Tended by Faustina Filling Station Oh, but it is dirty! Filling Station Oh, but it is dirty! First Death In Nova Scotia In the cold, cold parlor First Death In Nova Scotia In the cold, cold parlor Five Flights Up Still dark. Five Flights Up Still dark. Florida The state with the prettiest name, Florida The state with the prettiest name, Giant Snail The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all Giant Snail The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all Giant Toad I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. Giant Toad I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. I Am In Need Of Music I am in need of music that would flow Insomnia The moon in the bureau mirror Insomnia The moon in the bureau mirror In the Waiting Room In Worcester, Massachusetts, In The Waiting Room In Worcester, Massachusetts, Intimate, Low-Voiced, Delicate Things It is marvellous to wake up together Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, Large Bad Picture Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or Large Bad Picture Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or Letter To N.Y. For Louise Crane Letter To N.Y. For Louise Crane Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook [Given to Frank Bidart] Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook You won't become a gourmet* cook Little Exercise For Thomas Edwards Wanning Little Exercise For Thomas Edwards Wanning Love Lies Sleeping Earliest morning, switching all the tracks Love Lies Sleeping Earliest morning, switching all the tracks Lullaby For the Cat Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Lullaby For The Cat Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Manners For a Child of 1918 Manners For a Child of 1918 Manuelzinho [Brazil. A friend of the writer is speaking.] Manuelzinho Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)— North Haven In Memoriam: Robert Lowell North Haven In Memoriam: Robert Lowell O breath Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, O Breath Beneath that loved   and celebrated breast, One Art The art of losing isn't hard to master; One Art The art of losing isn't hard to master; Poem About the size of an old-style dollar bill, Poem About the size of an old-style dollar bill, Questions of Travel There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams Questions Of Travel There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams Rain Towards Morning The great light cage has broken up in the air, Rain Towards Morning The great light cage has broken up in the air, Roosters At four o'clock Roosters At four o'clock Sandpiper The roaring alongside he takes for granted, Sandpiper The roaring alongside he takes for granted, Seascape This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, Seascape This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, Sestina September rain falls on the house. Sestina September rain falls on the house. Sleeping on the Ceiling It is so peaceful on the ceiling! Sleeping On The Ceiling It is so peaceful on the ceiling! Song for the Rainy Season Hidden, oh hidden Song For The Rainy Season Hidden, oh hidden Songs for a Colored Singer I Songs For A Colored Singer I Sonnet I am in need of music that would flow Sonnet I am in need of music that would flow Sonnet (1928) I am in need of music that would flow Sonnet (1928) I am in need of music that would flow Sonnet (1979) Caught -- the bubble Sonnet (1979) Caught -- the bubble Squatter's Children On the unbreathing sides of hills Squatter's Children On the unbreathing sides of hills Strayed Crab This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must Strayed Crab This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must Suicide Of A Moderate Dictator This is a day when truths will out, perhaps; The Armadillo For Robert Lowell The Armadillo For Robert Lowell The Bight At low tide like this how sheer the water is. The Bight At low tide like this how sheer the water is. The Burglar Of Babylon On the fair green hills of Rio The Burglar Of Babylon On the fair green hills of Rio The Colder The Air We must admire her perfect aim, The Colder The Air We must admire her perfect aim, The End Of March For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury The End Of March For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury The Fish I caught a tremendous fish The Fish I caught a tremendous fish The Imaginary Iceberg We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, The Imaginary Iceberg We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, The Man-moth Here, above, The Man-Moth         & nbsp; Here, above, The Map Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. The Map Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. The Monument Now can you see the monument? It is of wood The Monument Now can you see the monument? It is of wood The Moose For Grace Bulmer Bowers The Moose For Grace Bulmer Bowers The Shampoo The still explosions on the rocks, The Shampoo The still explosions on the rocks, The Unbeliever He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan The Unbeliever He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan The Weed I dreamed that dead, and meditating, The Weed I dreamed that dead, and meditating, To Be Written on the Mirror in Whitewash I live only here, between your eyes and you, To Be Written On The Mirror In Whitewash I live only here, between your eyes and you, Trouvée Oh, why should a hen Trouvée Oh, why should a hen View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress Moving from left to left, the light View Of The Capitol From The Library Of Congress Moving from left to left, the light Visits To St Elizabeths This is the house of Bedlam. Visits To St. Elizabeths This is the house of Bedlam. While Someone Telephones Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, While Someone Telephones Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse,

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