Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishop
Elizabeth Bishopwas an American poet and short-story writer. She was Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1949 to 1950, the Pulitzer Prize winner for Poetry in 1956, the National Book Award winner in 1970, and the recipient of the Neustadt International Prize for Literature in 1976...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth8 February 1911
CityWorcester, MA
CountryUnited States of America
art filled hard intent losing loss lost seem
The art of losing isn't hard to masters; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
art your-loss losing
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
art delicate-things roaring
Why shouldn't we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music [...], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?
art self useless
What one seems to want in art, in experiencing it, is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, a self-forgetful, perfectly useless concentration.
breakup art writing
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
art doors keys
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.
art cutting loss
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
home stayed strangers strangest travel-and-tourism watching
Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres?
be-good
Something needn't be large to be good.
book sleep heart
Close, close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, Close as two pages in a book that read each other in the dark. Each knows all the other knows, learned by heart from head to toes.
home thinking long
Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?
body way sun
What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?
people democracy world
Democracy in the contemporary world demands, among other things, an educated and informed people.
children grandmother house
Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house.