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In Worcester, Massachusetts,
I went with Aunt Consuelo
to keep her dentist's appointment
and sat .........
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Elizabeth Bishop
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Just Jes (4/29/2008 2:57:00 PM)
this poem is a timeless beauty for so many reasons. The struggle we all go though for identity marking it certifiable through the years. But you travel into the poem, it is not 1918 but 2008 and the colors taste just the same on paper. We all have sat in dentist office, asked questions that lead to more, and we are all confronted by National Geographic of Big Breasted women with ashen skin who remind us that underneath it all we are all HUMAN, so what does it all mean, that land of I-We underneath the skin. Stunning really. |
Mark Nwagwu (4/19/2008 7:39:00 AM)
gosh! got me. I'm always pondering the mystery of me being an I, as opposed to anything else and suddenly becoming something else if I'm evil. evil yes, evil makes me into what I'm not. truly a masterpiece from the heart of a master who is an I |
Kirby Record (9/7/2005 5:30:00 AM)
One of Bishop's handful of masterpieces |
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