Beautiful profile on one of my all-time favorite poets, ending with my all-time favorite poem.
I live a few blocks away from where Elizabeth Bishop once lived, a home that is now abandoned. Sometimes, late at night, I haunt her porch and sneak around the back yard. I have One Art memorized and sometimes I recite it to myself like an incantation. It’s also a good party trick, depending on the crowd.
Thing is: The art of losing IS hard to master. I have gone back and forth on that for over a decade, but as far as I can tell, the poem is a lie.
This was a great read. Thanks for posting bill.
Beautiful profile on one of my all-time favorite poets, ending with my all-time favorite poem.
I live a few blocks away from where Elizabeth Bishop once lived, a home that is now abandoned. Sometimes, late at night, I haunt her porch and sneak around the back yard. I have One Art memorized and sometimes I recite it to myself like an incantation. It’s also a good party trick, depending on the crowd.
Thing is: The art of losing IS hard to master. I have gone back and forth on that for over a decade, but as far as I can tell, the poem is a lie.