Elizabeth Bishop

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

A Summer’s Dream - Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

To the sagging wharf
few ships could come.
The population numbered
two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,

a gentle storekeeper
asleep behind his counter,
and our kind landlady—
the dwarf was her dressmaker.

The idiot could be beguiled
by picking blackberries,
but then threw them away.
The shrunken seamstress smiled.

By the sea, lying
blue as a mackerel,
our boarding house was streaked
as though it had been crying.

Extraordinary geraniums
crowded the front windows,
the floors glittered with
assorted linoleums.

Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.

The giant with the stammer
was the landlady’s son,
grumbling on the stairs
over an old grammar.

He was morose,
but she was cheerful.
The bedroom was cold,
the feather bed close.

We were awakened in the dark by
the somnambulist brook
nearing the sea,
still dreaming audibly.


Comments about A Summer’s Dream by Elizabeth Bishop

  • Silver Star - 4,245 Points Primrose Tee (5/5/2014 12:21:00 PM)

    wonderful, beautiful, lovely.. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,027 Points * Sunprincess * (11/9/2013 8:22:00 PM)

    a descriptive poem.. so as dreams go (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 866 Points Liliana ~el (9/9/2013 5:14:00 PM)

    beautiful, really and truly :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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