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(for Elizabeth Bishop)Nautilus Island's hermitheiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage;her sheep still graze above the sea
Her son's a bishop
Her farmer is first selectman in our village;she's in her dotage
Thirstin...
Her son's a bishop
Her farmer is first selectman in our village;she's in her dotage
Thirstin...

Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of the airand the beasts and the whole earth, and every creeping creature that moveth upon the earth
IA brackish reach of shoal off Madaket,-The sea was still breaking violently a...
IA brackish reach of shoal off Madaket,-The sea was still breaking violently a...

What was is… since 1930;the boys in my old gangare senior partners
They start upbald like baby birdsto embrace retirement
At the altar of surrender,
I met youin the hour of credulity
They start upbald like baby birdsto embrace retirement
At the altar of surrender,
I met youin the hour of credulity

The night attendant, a B
U
sophomore,rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy headpropped on The Meaning of Meaning
He catwalks down our corridor
U
sophomore,rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy headpropped on The Meaning of Meaning
He catwalks down our corridor

Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye(Truly Jehovah's bow
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow
I cast for fish that pleased my eye(Truly Jehovah's bow
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow

Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme—why are they no help to me nowI want to makesomething imagined, not recalled
I hear the noise of my own voice:
The painter's vision is not a lens, it trembles to caress the light
But sometime...
I hear the noise of my own voice:
The painter's vision is not a lens, it trembles to caress the light
But sometime...

My old flame, my wife
Remember our lists of birds
One morning last summer,
I droveby our house in Maine
Remember our lists of birds
One morning last summer,
I droveby our house in Maine

Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;the rising sun in war paint dyes us red;in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine,abandoned, almost Dionysian
At last the trees are green on Marlborough Street,blossoms on our magnolia ignitethe mor...
At last the trees are green on Marlborough Street,blossoms on our magnolia ignitethe mor...

Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-wormingin pajamas fresh from the washer each morning,
I hog a whole house on Boston's "hardly passionate Marlborough Street,"where even the manscavenging filth in the back alley trash cans,has two chi...
I hog a whole house on Boston's "hardly passionate Marlborough Street,"where even the manscavenging filth in the back alley trash cans,has two chi...

History has to live with what was here,clutching and close to fumbling all we had—it is so dull and gruesome how we die,unlike writing, life never finishes
Abel was finished; death is not remote,a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,his ...
Abel was finished; death is not remote,a flash-in-the-pan electrifies the skeptic,his ...

Our fathers wrung their bread from stocks and
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night,
And fenced their gardens with the Redmen's bones;
Embarking from the Nether Land of Holland,
Pilgrims unhouseled by Geneva's night,

An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service
He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince
The sun is blue and scarlet on my page,
And yuck-a, yuck-a, yuck-...
He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that he is Aeneas at the funeral of Pallas, an Italian prince
The sun is blue and scarlet on my page,
And yuck-a, yuck-a, yuck-...

Gone now the baby's nurse,a lioness who ruled the roostand made the Mother cry
She used to tiegobbets of porkrind in bowknots of gauze—three months they hung like soggy toaston our eight foot magnolia tree,and helped the English sparrowsweath...
She used to tiegobbets of porkrind in bowknots of gauze—three months they hung like soggy toaston our eight foot magnolia tree,and helped the English sparrowsweath...

1922: the stone porch of my Grandfather’s summer houseI“I won’t go with you
I want to stay with Grandpa
” That’s how I threw cold water on my Mother and Father’s watery martini pipe dreams at Sunday dinner
I want to stay with Grandpa
” That’s how I threw cold water on my Mother and Father’s watery martini pipe dreams at Sunday dinner

Relinquunt Ommia Servare Rem Publicam
The old South Boston Aquarium standsin a Sahara of snow now
Its broken windows are boarded
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales
The old South Boston Aquarium standsin a Sahara of snow now
Its broken windows are boarded
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales

[February 1954]Your nurse could only speak Italian, but after twenty minutes I could imagine your final week, and tears ran down my cheeks
When I embarked from Italy with my Mother’s body, the whole shoreline of the Golfo di Genova was breaki...
When I embarked from Italy with my Mother’s body, the whole shoreline of the Golfo di Genova was breaki...