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Elizabeth Bishop
American
Poet
About the author
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
Elizabeth Bishop,
American
Poet
#Man
#Shadow
The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.
Elizabeth Bishop,
American
Poet
#Feet
What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?
Elizabeth Bishop,
American
Poet
#Life
#Sun
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
Elizabeth Bishop,
American
Poet
#Dreams
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,
American
Poet
#Life
#Running
#Countries
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop,
American
Poet
#Art
#Losing
#Disaster
#Loss