Elizabeth Bishop

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

Elizabeth Bishop Quotes

  • ''“One shouldnt get too involved with people who cant possibly understand one” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop, Words in Air: The Complete Correspondence Between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell
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  • ''“But they made me realize more than I ever had the rarity of true originality, and also the sort of alienation it might involve.”''
    Elizabeth Bishop
  • ''“--Even losing you (a joking voice, a gesture/ I love) I shant have lied. Its evident/ the art of losings not too hard to master/ though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop
  • ''“Loves the son stood stammering elocution while the poor ship in flames went down” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop, The Complete Poems, 1927-1979
  • ''“I leave a lovely opalescent ribbon: I know this.” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop
  • ''“Should we have stayed home and thought of here?” ''
    Elizabeth Bishop
  • ''“[Marianne Moore] once remarked, after a visit to her brother and his family, that the state of being married and having children had one enormous advantage: "One never has to worry about whether one is doing the right thing or not. There isnt time. One is always having to go to the market or drive the children somewhere. There isnt time to wonder Is this right or isnt it?”''
    Elizabeth Bishop, The Collected Prose

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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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Rain Towards Morning

The great light cage has broken up in the air,
freeing, I think, about a million birds
whose wild ascending shadows will not be back,
and all the wires come falling down.
No cage, no frightening birds; the rain
is brightening now. The face is pale
that tried the puzzle of their prison
and solved it with an unexpected kiss,
whose freckled unsuspected hands alit.

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