Elizabeth Bishop

(8 February 1911 – 6 October 1979 / Worcester, Massachusetts)

Elizabeth Bishop Poems

1. A Miracle For Breakfast 1/3/2003
2. A Prodigal 1/3/2003
3. A Summer’s Dream 4/7/2010
4. Anaphora 1/3/2003
5. Argument 1/3/2003
6. Arrival At Santos 1/13/2003
7. At The Fishhouses 1/3/2003
8. Cape Breton 1/13/2003
9. Casabianca 1/3/2003
10. Chemin De Fer 1/13/2003
11. Cirque D'Hiver 1/13/2003
12. Conversation 1/13/2003
13. Exchanging Hats 1/13/2003
14. Faustina, or Rock Roses 4/24/2015
15. Filling Station 1/3/2003
16. First Death In Nova Scotia 1/3/2003
17. Five Flights Up 1/3/2003
18. Florida 1/13/2003
19. Giant Snail 1/13/2003
20. Giant Toad 1/13/2003
21. I Am In Need Of Music 1/3/2003
22. In The Waiting Room 1/3/2003
23. Insomnia 1/3/2003
24. Intimate, Low-Voiced, Delicate Things 11/13/2013
25. Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore 1/3/2003
26. Large Bad Picture 1/3/2003
27. Letter To N.Y. 1/13/2003
28. Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook 1/13/2003
29. Little Exercise 1/13/2003
30. Love Lies Sleeping 1/13/2003
31. Lullaby For The Cat 1/3/2003
32. Manners 1/13/2003
33. Manuelzinho 1/1/2004
34. North Haven 1/3/2003
35. O Breath 1/3/2003
36. One Art 1/3/2003
37. Poem 1/3/2003
38. Questions Of Travel 1/3/2003
39. Rain Towards Morning 1/3/2003
40. Roosters 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Elizabeth Bishop

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ...

Read the full of One Art

Argument

Days that cannot bring you near
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,
argue argue argue with me
endlessly
neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.

Distance: Remember all that land

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