“All
my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running
down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.” –
Elizabeth Bishop
Born
in Massachusetts on this date in 1911, Bishop was both a poet and short-story
writer, often called by some critics “one of America’s most gifted 20th
century poets.” A Consultant in Poetry
to the Library of Congress, she won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book
Award, and was named for the Neustadt International Prize for “the breadth and
entirety” of her life’s work.
A
writer from her early teens, Bishop had her first poems published while still in
high school, but the first of her 10 award-winnng poetry collections, North & South, did not appear until
1946. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Bishop’s,
I Am In Need Of Music
I am in need of music that would
flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
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