Elizabeth Bishop

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

Elizabeth Bishop Poems

41. Letter To N.Y. 1/13/2003
42. Cirque D'Hiver 1/13/2003
43. Love Lies Sleeping 1/13/2003
44. Questions Of Travel 1/3/2003
45. The Monument 1/3/2003
46. Sandpiper 1/3/2003
47. Giant Toad 1/13/2003
48. The End Of March 1/13/2003
49. Poem 1/3/2003
50. Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore 1/3/2003
51. Cape Breton 1/13/2003
52. Argument 1/3/2003
53. Five Flights Up 1/3/2003
54. Conversation 1/13/2003
55. The Moose 1/3/2003
56. Chemin De Fer 1/13/2003
57. Arrival At Santos 1/13/2003
58. Filling Station 1/3/2003
59. Exchanging Hats 1/13/2003
60. Florida 1/13/2003
61. First Death In Nova Scotia 1/3/2003
62. A Summer’s Dream 4/7/2010
63. Anaphora 1/3/2003
64. At The Fishhouses 1/3/2003
65. A Prodigal 1/3/2003
66. Insomnia 1/3/2003
67. In The Waiting Room 1/3/2003
68. Sestina 1/3/2003
69. A Miracle For Breakfast 1/3/2003
70. The Fish 1/3/2003
71. I Am In Need Of Music 1/3/2003
72. One Art 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 ...

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Love Lies Sleeping

Earliest morning, switching all the tracks
that cross the sky from cinder star to star,
coupling the ends of streets
to trains of light.

now draw us into daylight in our beds;
and clear away what presses on the brain:
put out the neon shapes
that float and swell and glare

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