Friday, January 3, 2003

At The Fishhouses Comments

Rating: 3.1

Although it is a cold evening,
down by one of the fishhouses
an old man sits netting,
his net, in the gloaming almost invisible,
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Elizabeth Bishop
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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 July 2021

Great poem from a greta dear Poetess. Amazingly worded!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 July 2021

I can see her Beauty of this poem, very fascinating poem and so powerfully sweetest worded Beautiful! Great Beauty is this poem.5 Stars Full!

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 March 2016

Absolutely clear! Nice piece of work.

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Susan Williams 18 December 2015

I have never ever read a more thoroughly faithful description that turned a smelly scene into such awesome discovery of tiny and large beauties. Incredible. Her soul is capable of living a beautiful life in the midst of sights and sounds and smells we would complain about.

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Michael Morgan 18 December 2015

how this supremely great and perfect poem got a 6.2 is unfathomable.

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Rajnish Manga 18 December 2015

I loved its wonderful anecdotal imagery and the richness of narrative coupled with the sweetness of words composing an ethereal music. Great work.

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M Asim Nehal 18 December 2015

If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter, then briny, then surely burn your tongue. It is like what we imagine knowledge to be: dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free, drawn from the cold hard mouth of the world, derived from the rocky breasts forever, flowing and drawn, and since our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 December 2015

Nice piece of work. Amazing poem! Thanks for sharing.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 18 December 2015

... as if the water were a transmutation of fire that feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame. If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter, then briny, then surely burn your tongue....... Magnificent with its fantastic catastrophe.

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Brian Jani 17 May 2014

Nice one Elizabeth.I like

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Charles Boyer 21 December 2012

Duh. Speechless. Pretty amazing poem, one of the best ever written by an American. WTF does it mean? She attends to the surfaces of the world with such reverence, and here hints at some sort of transcendence discovered as compensation for her dutifulness, like baptism in the ocean of experience that somehow goes beyond, a knowledge beyond the human but always right there, in the shimmering surface of things. Both transcendent and ephemeral, the circle squared momentarily. That's the best I can do now.

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