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Elizabeth Bishop
All my life...
All my life I have lived and behaved very much like [the] sandpiper -- just running down the edges of different...
It is like...
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of...
The iceberg cuts...
The iceberg cuts its facets from within
Like jewelry from a grave.
Source: The...
The art of...
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is...
Icebergs behoove the...
Icebergs behoove the soul (Both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair,...
All my life...
All my life I have lived and behaved very much like [the] sandpiper -- just running down the edges of different...
It is like...
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of...
The iceberg cuts...
The iceberg cuts its facets from within
Like jewelry from a grave.
Source: The...
The art of...
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is...
Icebergs behoove the...
Icebergs behoove the soul (Both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair,...