Elizabeth Bishop

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

Poems of Elizabeth Bishop

21. In the Waiting Room 1/3/2003
22. Insomnia 1/3/2003
23. Intimate, Low-voiced, Delicate Things 11/13/2013
24. Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore 1/3/2003
25. Large Bad Picture 1/3/2003
26. Letter To N.Y. 1/13/2003
27. Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook 1/13/2003
28. Little Exercise 1/13/2003
29. Love Lies Sleeping 1/13/2003
30. Lullaby For the Cat 1/3/2003
31. Manners 1/13/2003
32. Manuelzinho 1/1/2004
33. North Haven 1/3/2003
34. O breath 1/3/2003
35. One Art 1/3/2003
36. Poem 1/3/2003
37. Questions of Travel 1/3/2003
38. Rain Towards Morning 1/3/2003
39. Roosters 1/3/2003
40. Sandpiper 1/3/2003

Strayed Crab

This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must
be over that way somewhere.
I am the color of wine, of tinta. The inside of my powerful
right claw is saffron-yellow. See, I see it now; I wave it like a
flag. I am dapper and elegant; I move with great precision,
cleverly managing all my smaller yellow claws. I believe in the
oblique, the indirect approach, and I keep my feelings to myself.
But on this strange, smooth surface I am making too much
noise. I wasn't meant

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