Poems by Elizabeth Bishop
Chemin De Fer
... I saw the little pondwhere the dirty old hermit lives, ...
Giant Toad
... If I will it, the poison could break through, blue-black, and ...
Manuelzinho
... you pray for me every night!And then you come again, ...
Trouv?e
... A pigeon, yes, or an English sparrow, ...
I Am In Need Of Music
... And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! ...
Crusoe in England
... their heads in cloud, their feet in moving patches ...
A Summers Dream
... We were awakened in the dark by ...
The Colder The Air
... She calls on atmosphere for her result ...
Visits To St. Elizabeth's
... These are the years and the walls and the door ...
Sonnet
... And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! ...
Brazil, January 1, 1502
... self--those maddening little women who kept calling,calling to each other (or had the birds waked up ...
This is the house of Bedlam
... that shut on a boy that pats the floorto see if the world is round or flat ...
Trouv?e
... --red-and-white now, of course ...
