Elizabeth Bishop

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

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Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet and short-story writer. She was the Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, a Pulitzer Prize winner in 1956 and a National Book Award Winner for Poetry in 1970. Elizabeth Bishop House is an artists' retreat in Great Village, Nova Scotia dedicated to her memory. She is considered one of the most important and distinguished American poets of the 20th century.

Early Years

Elizabeth Bishop, an only child, was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. After her father, a successful builder, died when she was eight months old, Bishop’s mother became mentally ill and was institutionalized in 1916. (Bishop wrote about the time of her ... more »

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  • All my life I have lived and behaved very much like [the] sandpiper—just running down the edges of different countries and continents, "looking for something" ... having spent most of my life tim...
    Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979), U.S. poet; relocated to Brazil. As quoted in Contemporary Poets, 3rd ed., by James Vinson (1980). A native of Worces...
  • ''“If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so Im sure its a good one—and the same goes for paintings. ” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop
  • “Close, close all night
    the lovers keep.
    They turn together
    in their sleep,

    Close as two pages
    in a book
    that read each other
    in the dark. Elizabeth Bishop, Edgar Allan Poe & The Juke-Box: Uncollected Poems, Drafts, and Fragments
  • ''“Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop, Questions of Travel
  • ''“I was made at right angles to the world and I see it so. I can only see it so.” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop, Elizabeth Bishop: Poems, Prose, and Letters
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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 ...

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