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Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Bishop, Elizabeth - An A-Z post

Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet of the 20th Century, and the collection being studied in this course is Questions of Travel, published in 1965.


Elizabeth Bishop
Photo courtesy of http://www.poets.org

The theme in which her works are considered are of migration and memory. This period of history was filled with large-scale movements of people across the globe, migrating to other countries easily thanks to the ease and speed of travel. Migration goes hand-in-hand with memory, as those that did relocate held on to their memories of what they have left behind.

As an adult, Elizabeth Bishop emigrated from the United States to Brazil, and she uses her poetry to reflect on issues of identity and belonging through this experience, reflecting in particular on her own early childhood in Nova Scotia.

Her father had died and her mother suffered a mental breakdown and died, so Elizabeth was shuttled between relatives in Nova Scotia and Boston. This gave her a sense of being divided from quite young, between different cultures and places.

Bishop wasn't a particularly prolific writer, but it was her central preoccupation. Her work was highly praised by others such as Marianne Moore and Robert Lowell, who themselves were significant and widely-praised poets.

One of the poems being studied is The Sandpiper:

Sandpiper

The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.

The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.

- Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn't tell you which.
His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied,

looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.

(Taken from http://www.poemhunter.com)

            

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14 comments:

  1. Fascinating. I like the poem! Thank you!
    Happy A to Z!

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    1. Thanks for stopping by. I'm still getting used to reading poetry but I enjoyed this one.

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  2. I appreciate learning about Elizabeth Bishop. I think I must've studied her when I got my M.A. in English, but that was decades ago. Excellent A-Z theme. I'll look forward to following your posts. I'm your newest follower.

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    1. Thanks for following Cathy, I'm glad you're enjoying my theme. It's certainly helping me with revision for the exam.

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  3. I've always enjoyed that poem, although I've never known much about Elizabeth. Thanks for filling us in :)

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    1. You're welcome, thanks for dropping by.

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  4. I can imagine the beach on a chilly, overcast morning. I am a follower.

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    1. Thanks for dropping by. I'm loving this challenge.

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  5. I never suspected the poem was about a bird. But, when I read it again, I found it more fascinating.

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    1. I'm still learning about poetry, but it's amazing how much meaning can be discovered from reading and re-reading. Love it.

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  6. I hadn't heard of her before. Thanks for the introduction.

    mood
    Moody Writing

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  7. "The world is a mist. And then the world is
    minute and vast and clear"
    I can so relate to this poem! Love . Thanks for information on this wonderful poet.

    www.vevisia.com

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    1. You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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