National Poetry Month, Day 15: Elizabeth Bishop
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.
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. 