Elizabeth Bishop

bishopThis narrative poem by Elizabeth Bishop seems so plainly written, yet I think it’s pretty extraordinary.

In the Waiting Room

In Worcester, Massachusetts,
I went with Aunt Consuelo
to keep her dentist’s appointment
and sat and waited for her
in the dentist’s waiting room.
It was winter. It got dark
early. The waiting room
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Starting the new year with a poem

This one is by Octavio Paz, a Mexican poet:

January First

pazThe year’s doors open
like those of language,
toward the unknown.
Last night you told me:
tomorrow
we shall have to think up signs,
sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan
on the double page of day and paper.
Tomorrow, we shall have to invent,
once more,
the reality of this world.

I opened my eyes late.
For a second of a second
I felt what the Aztec felt,
on the crest of the promontory,
lying in wait
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Poetry Monday

t-elizabethbishop-0I realized in all the time I’ve been writing this blog, I’ve neglected to include a poem by Elizabeth Bishop. She taught at Harvard just after I left, alas, my tenure there was deadly dull as far as poets went. Probably her most well known poem is a villanelle, called One Art. She and Lowell were great letter writers and a volume of their letters came out recently. She wrote a wonderful memoir of Marianne Moore, her mentor and friend, which is available online in the Collected Prose. ¬†Bishop lived with her lover in Brazil for many years. This poem is from that time.

It Is Marvelous to Wake Up Together Continue reading “Poetry Monday”