Being a poet is one of the unhealthier jobs--no regular hours, so many temptations!
Elizabeth BishopThe art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Elizabeth BishopBishop 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
Elizabeth BishopI am sorry for people who can't write letters. But I suspect also that you and I ... love to write them because it's kind of like working without really doing it.
Elizabeth BishopDreams 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 Bishop