‘Her grace, acuity, and easy command of language make Elizabeth Bishop’s writing a delight to both the mind and the ear.’
Elizabeth Bishop, poet, born and reared in Maine, died this November at the age of sixty-eight. Awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1955 for a combined edition of North and South and A Cold Spring, and in 1969 the National Book Award for The Complete Poems, Elizabeth Bishop was one of the finest poets of …
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