ELIZABETH BISHOP QUOTES III

American poet (1911-1979)

On the unbreathing sides of hills
they play, a specklike girl and boy,
alone, but near a specklike house.
The sun's suspended eye
blinks casually, and then they wade
gigantic waves of light and shade.
A dancing yellow spot, a pup,
attends them.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

"Squatter's Children"


I never wanted to teach in my life.... I don't believe in teaching poetry at all, but that's what they want one to do. You see so many poems every week, you just lose all sense of judgment.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

The Paris Review, summer 1981


It's past midnight and very silent and I'm probably keeping the night doorman awake as well as Lota, and a mystery man across the garden who sits up all night with three bright lights on, as if giving himself a 3rd degree--only he always does seem to be awake & alone. Tonight he did something very strange for a while--and finally we saw that he was (silently) playing a cello.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

letter, September 29, 1957


When you write my epitaph, you must say I was the loneliest person who ever lived.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

One Art: Letters


The ancient owls' nest must have burned.
Hastily, all alone,
a glistening armadillo left the scene,
rose-flecked, head down, tail down

ELIZABETH BISHOP

"The Armadillo"


Should we have stayed at home, wherever that may be?

ELIZABETH BISHOP

Questions of Travel


Heaven is not like flying or swimming, but has something to do with blackness and a strong glare.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

North & South


I'd like to be a painter most, I think. I never really sat down and said to myself, I'm going to be a poet. Never in my life. I'm still surprised that people think I am.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

The Paris Review, summer 1981

Tags: poetry


But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight. The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all."

ELIZABETH BISHOP

North & South


But surely it would have been a pity
not to have seen the trees along this road,
really exaggerated in their beauty,
not to have seen them gesturing
like noble pantomimists, robed in pink.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

Questions of Travel


Here is a coast; here is a harbor;
here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery:
impractically shaped and--who knows?--self-pitying mountains,
sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

"Arrival at Santos"


Love with his gilded bow and crystal arrows
Has slain us all,
Has pierced the English sparrows
Who languish for each other in the dust,
While from their bosoms, puffed with hopeless lust,
The red drops fall.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

"Three Valentines"


It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

Poems, Prose, and Letters


Topography displays no favorites; North's as near as West.
More delicate than the historians' are the map-makers' colors.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

North & South


Ports are necessities, like postage stamps or soap,
but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.

ELIZABETH BISHOP

Questions of Travel