Bishop on "At the Fishhouses"At the last minute, after I'd had a chance to do a little research in Cape Breton, I foundI'd said codfish scales once when it should have been herring scales. I hope theycorrected it all right.2Quite a few lines of "At the Fishhouses" came to me in a dream, and the scene- whichwas real enough, I'd recently been there-but the old man and the conversation, etc.,were all in a later dream

What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

Hoping to live days of greater happiness, I forget that days of less happiness are passing by.

The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.

Someone loves us all.

I've never written the things I'd like to write that I've admired all my life. Maybe one never does.

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.