Short Stories featuring Elizabeth Bishop

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The Bight by Elizabeth Bishop

[On my birthday] At low tide like this how sheer the water is.

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Manners by Elizabeth Bishop

For a Child of 1918 My grandfather said to me

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The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop

I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat

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In The Waiting Room by Elizabeth Bishop

In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo

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Sonnet (1928) by Elizabeth Bishop

I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,

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Conversation by Elizabeth Bishop

The tumult in the heart keeps asking questions.

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Cape Breton by Elizabeth Bishop

Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand

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Squatter's Children by Elizabeth Bishop

On the unbreathing sides of hills they play, a specklike girl and boy,

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Argument by Elizabeth Bishop

Days that cannot bring you near or will not,

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Letter To N.Y. by Elizabeth Bishop

For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say

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Arrival At Santos by Elizabeth Bishop

Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery:

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Strayed Crab by Elizabeth Bishop

This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere.

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North Haven by Elizabeth Bishop

I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count

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Invitation To Miss Marianne Moore by Elizabeth Bishop

From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying.

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Sonnet (1979) by Elizabeth Bishop

Caught -- the bubble in the spirit level,

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Cirque D'Hiver by Elizabeth Bishop

Across the floor flits the mechanical toy, fit for a king of several centuries back.

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To Be Written On The Mirror In Whitewash by Elizabeth Bishop

I live only here, between your eyes and you, But I live in your world. What do I do?

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The Shampoo by Elizabeth Bishop

The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow

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Insomnia by Elizabeth Bishop

The moon in the bureau mirror looks out a million miles

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Giant Snail by Elizabeth Bishop

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,

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