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Elizabeth Bishop's Poetry, by first line

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  • One Art
    The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    19 lines, 3 comments
  • Filling Station
    Oh, but it is dirty!
    --this little filling station,
    41 lines, 1 comment
  • The Bight
    At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
    White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
    36 lines
  • Five Flights Up
    Still dark.
    The unknown bird sits on his usual branch.
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • Lullaby For the Cat
    Minnow, go to sleep and dream,
    Close your great big eyes;
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • The Map
    Land lies in water; it is shadowed green.
    Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges
    27 lines
  • First Death In Nova Scotia
    In the cold, cold parlor
    my mother laid out Arthur
    50 lines, 1 comment
  • Poem
    About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
    American or Canadian,
    63 lines
  • Large Bad Picture
    Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or
    some northerly harbor of Labrador,
    32 lines
  • Sonnet
    I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
    14 lines
  • North Haven
    In Memoriam: Robert Lowell
    31 lines
  • The Moose
    For Grace Bulmer Bowers
    169 lines, 1 comment
  • Invitation to Miss Marianne Moore
    From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning,
    please come flying.
    58 lines
  • In the Waiting Room
    In Worcester, Massachusetts,
    I went with Aunt Consuelo
    99 lines
  • At the Fishhouses
    Although it is a cold evening,
    down by one of the fishhouses
    83 lines
  • The Fish
    I caught a tremendous fish
    and held him beside the boat
    76 lines, 5 comments
  • The Man-moth
              Here, above,
    cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight.
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • Anaphora
    Each day with so much ceremony
    begins, with birds, with bells,
    28 lines
  • Insomnia
    The moon in the bureau mirror
    looks out a million miles
    18 lines
  • Argument
    Days that cannot bring you near
    or will not,
    27 lines
  • O breath
    Beneath that loved   and celebrated breast,
    silent, bored really   blindly veined,
    15 lines
  • View of the Capitol from the Library of Congress
    Moving from left to left, the light
    is heavy on the Dome, and coarse.
    22 lines
  • Sandpiper
    The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
    and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
    20 lines
  • Sonnet (1928)
    I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
    14 lines
  • While Someone Telephones
    Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse,
    minutes of a barbaric condescension.
    14 lines
  • The Weed
    I dreamed that dead, and meditating,
    I lay upon a grave, or bed,
    56 lines
  • The Unbeliever
    He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan
    27 lines
  • Trouvée
    Oh, why should a hen
    have been run over
    24 lines
  • To Be Written on the Mirror in Whitewash
    I live only here, between your eyes and you,
    But I live in your world. What do I do?
    4 lines
  • Strayed Crab
    This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must
    be over that way somewhere.
    31 lines
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