Elizabeth Bishop

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

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  • Rookie S B (5/6/2014 4:42:00 PM)

    Though she is not as famous, she is a great poet in my perspective.

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  • Rookie Tim Martin (8/23/2009 9:55:00 AM)

    Argh! Webmasters! ...please get that 'a' out of the last line of 'One Art' (right before 'disaster') . Incorrect, and ruins the poem!

  • Rookie James Mcgrath (7/27/2009 5:48:00 PM)

    I personally love Bishop's work and find it hard to believe that others find it difficult to comprehend. She paints such a clear picture, creating the a link between herself and the reader. This is evident through her intense eye for detail. She is truly a wonderful poet of our time.

  • Rookie Lisa Bray (4/24/2009 4:59:00 PM)

    my moms grandparents was named bishop?

  • Rookie 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.

  • Rookie 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.

Strayed Crab

This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must
be over that way somewhere.
I am the color of wine, of tinta. The inside of my powerful
right claw is saffron-yellow. See, I see it now; I wave it like a
flag. I am dapper and elegant; I move with great precision,
cleverly managing all my smaller yellow claws. I believe in the
oblique, the indirect approach, and I keep my feelings to myself.
But on this strange, smooth surface I am making too much
noise. I wasn't meant

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