- Poems by Elizabeth Bishop
Chatto, 352 pp, £14.99, February 2011, ISBN 978 0 7011 8628 9
It was close, it was warm.
Along the dark seam of the river
the houses, the barns, the two churches,
hid like white crumbs
in a fluff of gray willows & elms,
till Time made one of his gestures;
his nails scratched the shingled roof.
Roughly his hand reached in,
and tumbled us out.
to overawe them all. The body’s painted
with throbbing rosebuds and the bumper says
Here am I for whom you have been waiting.
The driver and assistant driver wash
their faces, necks, and chests. They wash their feet,
their shoes, and put them back together again.