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 …
On the Death of Elizabeth Bishop
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The Weak Spot
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woman is a construct
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The Wor(l)ds of William Gass
‘Ah, what bliss to be a word. Cool and shimmering in blue or black on a white page as pristine and inviting as any world before the first day of creation.’
To Recall, To Praise
‘What would follow for five years was one of my last relationships forged through letters.’