Elizabeth Bishop

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

Elizabeth Bishop Poems

41. Poem 1/3/2003
42. Lullaby For The Cat 1/3/2003
43. The Unbeliever 1/3/2003
44. The Map 1/3/2003
45. Letter To N.Y. 1/13/2003
46. Love Lies Sleeping 1/13/2003
47. Sandpiper 1/3/2003
48. Manners 1/13/2003
49. To Be Written On The Mirror In Whitewash 1/3/2003
50. Questions Of Travel 1/3/2003
51. Five Flights Up 1/3/2003
52. Argument 1/3/2003
53. Conversation 1/13/2003
54. Arrival At Santos 1/13/2003
55. The Moose 1/3/2003
56. Filling Station 1/3/2003
57. Cape Breton 1/13/2003
58. Chemin De Fer 1/13/2003
59. First Death In Nova Scotia 1/3/2003
60. Exchanging Hats 1/13/2003
61. A Summer’s Dream 4/7/2010
62. At The Fishhouses 1/3/2003
63. Anaphora 1/3/2003
64. A Prodigal 1/3/2003
65. Insomnia 1/3/2003
66. Florida 1/13/2003
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

Comments about Elizabeth Bishop

  • Brianna Sungenis (3/27/2007 9:47:00 PM)

    The poem Conversation is short but is very confusing and I don't think she really explains the meaning to the reader.

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  • Linda Corrales (10/24/2005 4:58:00 PM)

    I do not like her poem the fish. It is getting on my nerves because we have to write a paper on it and I am struggling.

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 ...

Read the full of One Art

Argument

Days that cannot bring you near
or will not,
Distance trying to appear
something more obstinate,
argue argue argue with me
endlessly
neither proving you less wanted nor less dear.

Distance: Remember all that land

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