Florida (1946)


Poetry as literature

 

The state with the prettiest name,

the state that floats in brackish water,

held together by mangrove roots

that bear while living oysters in clusters,

and when dead strew white swamps with skeletons,

dotted as if bombarded, with green hummocks

like ancient cannon-balls sprouting grass.

The state full of long S-shaped birds, blue and white,

and unseen hysterical birds who rush up the scale

every time in a tantrum.

Tanagers embarrassed by their flashiness,

and pelicans whose delight it is to clown;

who coast for fun on the strong tidal currents

in and out among the mangrove islands

and stand on the sand-bars drying their damp gold wings

on sun-lit evenings.

Enormous turtles, helpless and mild,

die and leave their barnacled shells on the beaches,

and their large white skulls with round eye-sockets

twice the size of a man's.

The palm trees clatter in the stiff breeze

like the bills of the pelicans. The tropical rain comes down

to freshen the tide-looped strings of fading shells:

Job's Tear, the Chinese Alphabet, the scarce Junonia,

parti-colored pectins and Ladies' Ears,

arranged as on a gray rag of rotted calico,

the buried Indian Princess's skirt;

with these the monotonous, endless, sagging coast-line

is delicately ornamented.

Thirty or more buzzards are drifting down, down, down,

over something they have spotted in the swamp,

in circles like stirred-up flakes of sediment

sinking through water.

Smoke from woods-fires filters fine blue solvents.

On stumps and dead trees the charring is like black velvet.

The mosquitoes

go hunting to the tune of their ferocious obbligatos.

After dark, the fireflies map the heavens in the marsh

until the moon rises.

Cold white, not bright, the moonlight is coarse-meshed,

and the careless, corrupt state is all black specks

too far apart, and ugly whites; the poorest

post-card of itself.

After dark, the pools seem to have slipped away.

The alligator, who has five distinct calls:

friendliness, love, mating, war, and a warning--

whimpers and speaks in the throat

of the Indian Princess.

by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

 

Inness. Tarpon Springs

 

George Inness, Tarpons Springs, Florida. 1892.
Oil on Canvas;

American Artist.

Sand Hill Crane

Sand Hill Crane in Southeast Florida.

Pelicans

Brown Pelicans in Southwest Florida.

 

Heron

White heron in Florida's Keys.

Elizabeth Bishop,

(February 8, 1911 October 6, 1979)

She was born in Worcester, Mass. In 1938 she purchased a home in Key West after returning from Europe and before departing for Brazil.

http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/bishop/about.htm

See other Bishop poems at:

http://www.english.illinois.edu/maps/poets/a_f/bishop/bishop.htm

Compare to Rober Frost's The Road Not Taken

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