Dreams were the worst. Of course I dreamed of food and love, but they were pleasant rather than otherwise. But then I'd dream of things like slitting a baby's throat, mistaking it for a baby goat. I'd have nightmares of other islands stretching away from mine, infinities of islands, islands spawning islands, like frogs' eggs turning into polliwogs of islands, knowing that I had to live on each and every one, eventually, for ages, registering their flora, their fauna, their geography.
Elizabeth BishopIf after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good oneโand the same goes for paintings.
Elizabeth BishopPorts are necessities, like postage stamps or soap, but they seldom seem to care what impressions they make.
Elizabeth BishopI am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?
Elizabeth Bishop