Today, I’ll post this Elizabeth Bishop poem, “At the Fishhouses,” read by Robert Pinsky. It’s longer than some I have posted, but beautifully narrative, specific, and visual–like all Elizabeth Bishop poems.
Enjoy.
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I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. My new poetry collection is out from Blue Light Press!
Beautiful imagery. Although I live in the mountains, this poem will keep me immersed in water today, thinking of fish, seals, stones, dark.