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Bishop, Elizabeth - Poems (Anthology)

Bishop, Elizabeth - Poems (Anthology)

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American poet Elizabeth Bishop's anthology. Classic Poetry Series / Antología de la poeta norteamericana Elizabeth Bishop. Serie de Poesia Clásica.
American poet Elizabeth Bishop's anthology. Classic Poetry Series / Antología de la poeta norteamericana Elizabeth Bishop. Serie de Poesia Clásica.

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Classic Poetry Series
Elizabeth Bishop
- poems -
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2004
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A Miracle for Breakfast
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,waiting for coffee and the charitable crumbthat was going to be served from a certain balcony--like kings of old, or like a miracle.It was still dark. One foot of the sunsteadied itself on a long ripple in the river.The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river.It was so cold we hoped that the coffeewould be very hot, seeing that the sunwas not going to warm us; and that the crumbwould be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle.At seven a man stepped out on the balcony.He stood for a minute alone on the balconylooking over our heads toward the river.A servant handed him the makings of a miracle,consisting of one lone cup of coffeeand one roll, which he proceeded to crumb,his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun.Was the man crazy? What under the sunwas he trying to do, up there on his balcony!Each man received one rather hard crumb,which some flicked scornfully into the river,and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee.Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle.I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle.A beautiful villa stood in the sunand from its doors came the smell of hot coffee.In front, a baroque white plaster balconyadded by birds, who nest along the river,--I saw it with one eye close to the crumb--and galleries and marble chambers. My crumbmy mansion, made for me by a miracle,through ages, by insects, birds, and the riverworking the stone. Every day, in the sun,at breakfast time I sit on my balconywith my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee.We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee.A window across the river caught the sunas if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony.Elizabeth Bishop
 
A Prodigal
The brown enormous odor he lived bywas too close, with its breathing and thick hair,for him to judge. The floor was rotten; the stywas plastered halfway up with glass-smooth dung.Light-lashed, self-righteous, above moving snouts,the pigs' eyes followed him, a cheerful stare--even to the sow that always ate her young--till, sickening, he leaned to scratch her head.But sometimes mornings after drinking bouts(he hid the pints behind the two-by-fours),the sunrise glazed the barnyard mud with redthe burning puddles seemed to reassure.And then he thought he almost might endurehis exile yet another year or more.But evenings the first star came to warn.The farmer whom he worked for came at darkto shut the cows and horses in the barnbeneath their overhanging clouds of hay,with pitchforks, faint forked lightnings, catching light,safe and companionable as in the Ark.The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.The lantern--like the sun, going away--laid on the mud a pacing aureole.Carrying a bucket along a slimy board,he felt the bats' uncertain staggering flight,his shuddering insights, beyond his control,touching him. But it took him a long timefinally to make up his mind to go home.Elizabeth Bishop

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