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    Questions of Travel: Poems
    Questions of Travel: Poems
    Questions of Travel: Poems
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    Questions of Travel: Poems

    By Elizabeth Bishop

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    The publication of this book is a literary event. It is Miss Bishop's first volume of verse since Poems, which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1955.

    This new collection consists of two parts. Under the general heading "Brazil" are grouped eleven poems including "Manuelzinho," "The Armadillo," "Twelfth Morning, or What You Will," "The Riverman," "Brazil, January 1, 1502" and the title poem. The second section, entitled "Elsewhere," includes others "First Death in Nova Scotia," "Manners," "Sandpiper," "From Trollope's Journal," and "Visits to St. Elizabeths." In addition to the poems there is an extraordinary story of a Nova Scotia childhood, "In the Village."

    Robert Lowell has recently written, "I am sure no living poet is as curious and observant as Miss Bishop. What cuts so deep is that each poem is inspired by her own tone, a tone of large, grave tenderness and sorrowing amusement. She is too sure of herself for empty mastery and breezy plagiarism, too interested for confession and musical monotony, too powerful for mismanaged fire, and too civilized for idiosyncratic incoherence. She has a humorous, commanding genius for picking up the unnoticed, now making something sprightly and right, and now a great monument. Once her poems, each shining, were too few. Now they are many. When we read her, we enter the classical serenity of a new country."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateJan 13, 2015
    ISBN9781466889453
    Questions of Travel: Poems
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    Elizabeth Bishop

    The modern American poet Elizabeth Bishop (1911-79) received the Pulitzer Prize in 1956 for her collection Poems: North & South. A Cold Spring, the National Book Award for The Complete Poems (1969), the National Book Critics' Circle Award in 1976, and many other distinctions and accolades for her work. She was born in Worcester, Massachusetts. She traveled widely as an adult, living for years in France and then Brazil, before returning to the United States.

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      Questions of Travel - Elizabeth Bishop

      BRAZIL

      Arrival at Santos

      Here is a coast; here is a harbor;

      here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery:

      impractically shaped and—who knows?—self-pitying mountains,

      sad and harsh beneath their frivolous greenery,

      with a little church on top of one. And warehouses,

      some of them painted a feeble pink, or blue,

      and some tall, uncertain palms. Oh, tourist,

      is this how this country is going to answer you

      and your immodest demands for a different world,

      and a better life, and complete comprehension

      of both at last, and immediately,

      after eighteen days of suspension?

      Finish your breakfast. The tender is coming,

      a strange and ancient craft, flying a strange and brilliant rag.

      So that’s the flag. I never saw it before.

      I somehow never thought of there being a flag,

      but of course there was, all along. And coins, I presume,

      and paper money; they remain to be seen.

      And gingerly now we climb down the ladder backward,

      myself and a fellow passenger named Miss Breen,

      descending into the midst of twenty-six freighters

      waiting to be loaded with green coffee beans.

      Please, boy, do be more careful with that boat hook!

      Watch out! Oh! It has caught Miss Breen’s

      skirt! There! Miss Breen is about seventy,

      a retired police lieutenant, six feet tall,

      with beautiful bright blue eyes and a kind expression.

      Her home, when she is at home, is in Glens Fall

      s, New York. There. We are settled.

      The customs officials will speak English, we hope,

      and leave us our bourbon and cigarettes.

      Ports are necessities, like postage stamps, or soap,

      but they seldom seem to care what impression they make,

      or, like this, only attempt, since it does not matter,

      the unassertive colors of soap, or postage stamps—

      wasting away like the former, slipping the way the latter

      do when we mail the letters we wrote on the boat,

      either because the glue here is very inferior

      or because of the heat. We leave Santos at once;

      we are driving to the interior.

      January, 1952

      Brazil, January 1, 1502

      … embroidered nature … tapestried landscape.

      Landscape Into Art, by Sir Kenneth Clark

      Januaries, Nature greets our eyes

      exactly as she must have greeted theirs:

      every square inch filling in with foliage—

      big leaves, little leaves, and giant leaves,

      blue, blue-green, and olive,

      with occasional lighter veins and edges,

      or a satin underleaf turned over;

      monster ferns

      in silver-gray relief,

      and flowers, too, like giant water lilies

      up in the air—up, rather, in the leaves—

      purple, yellow, two yellows, pink,

      rust red and greenish white;

      solid but airy; fresh as if just finished

      and taken off the frame.

      A blue-white sky, a simple web,

      backing for feathery detail:

      brief arcs, a pale-green broken wheel,

      a few palms, swarthy, squat, but delicate;

      and perching there in profile, beaks agape,

      the big symbolic birds keep quiet,

      each showing only half his puffed and padded,

      pure-colored or spotted breast.

      Still in the foreground there is

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