Poetry - Monday Night Group

The Moose

by Elizabeth Bishop

For Grace Bulmer Bowers

From narrow provinces

of fish and bread and tea,

home of the long tides

Filling Station

by Elizabeth Bishop

Oh, but it is dirty!

—this little filling station,

oil-soaked, oil-permeated

to a disturbing, over-all

In the Waiting Room

by Elizabeth Bishop

In Worcester, Massachusetts,

I went with Aunt Consuelo

to keep her dentist’s appointment

and sat and waited for her