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Elizabeth Bishop's Poetry, by title

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  • At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,
    waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb
    39 lines, 1 comment
  • The brown enormous odor he lived by
    was too close, with its breathing and thick hair,
    28 lines
  • To the sagging wharf
    few ships could come.
    43 lines
  • Each day with so much ceremony
    begins, with birds, with bells,
    28 lines
  • Days that cannot bring you near
    or will not,
    27 lines
  • Here is a coast; here is a harbor;
    here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery:
    40 lines
  • Although it is a cold evening,
    down by one of the fishhouses
    83 lines
  • Out on the high \
    55 lines
  • Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
    trying to recite `The boy stood on
    10 lines
  • Alone on the railroad track
    I walked with pounding heart.
    20 lines
  • Across the floor flits the mechanical toy,
    fit for a king of several centuries back.
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • The tumult in the heart
    keeps asking questions.
    12 lines
  • A new volcano has erupted,
    the papers say, and last week I was reading
    204 lines
  • Unfunny uncles who insist
    in trying on a lady's hat,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Oh, but it is dirty!
    --this little filling station,
    41 lines, 1 comment
  • In the cold, cold parlor
    my mother laid out Arthur
    50 lines, 1 comment
  • Still dark.
    The unknown bird sits on his usual branch.
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • The state with the prettiest name,
    the state that floats in brackish water,
    48 lines
  • The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all
    night. I have come out to take a walk and feed. My body--foot,
    39 lines
  • I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me.
    My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great beauty, even
    33 lines
  • I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
    14 lines
  • In Worcester, Massachusetts,
    I went with Aunt Consuelo
    99 lines
  • The moon in the bureau mirror
    looks out a million miles
    18 lines
  • From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning,
    please come flying.
    58 lines
  • Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or
    some northerly harbor of Labrador,
    32 lines
  • For Louise Crane
    25 lines
  • [Given to Frank Bidart]
    20 lines
  • For Thomas Edwards Wanning
    24 lines
  • Earliest morning, switching all the tracks
    that cross the sky from cinder star to star,
    60 lines
  • Minnow, go to sleep and dream,
    Close your great big eyes;
    12 lines, 1 comment
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