Poems of Elizabeth Bishop
|66.||To Be Written on the Mirror in Whitewash||1/3/2003|
|68.||View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress||1/3/2003|
|69.||Visits to St Elizabeths||1/3/2003|
|70.||While Someone Telephones||1/3/2003|
Questions of Travel
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams
hurry too rapidly down to the sea,
and the pressure of so many clouds on the mountaintops
makes them spill over the sides in soft slow-motion,
turning to waterfalls under our very eyes.
--For if those streaks, those mile-long, shiny, tearstains,
aren't waterfalls yet,
in a quick age or so, as ages go here,
they probably will be.