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Kitchen poems can help to brighten your day. While looking through my mother's old recipe scrapbooks and handwritten recipe books, I was struck by all the newspaper clippings of poetry that she had placed between the pages of her recipes many years ago. Elizabeth Gilbert — ‘a woman's place is in the kitchen.sitting in a comfortable chair, with her feet up, drinking a glass of wine and watching her husb. A woman's place is in the kitchen.sitting in a comfortable chair, with her feet up, drinking a glass of wine and watching her husband cook dinner. The wind swept the black pines like a broom, stars swirled in their boiling cauldron of indigo and the children floated to sleep to the women’s song zipping the night together, to the story of the snow goose who went farther and farther and never returned. This poem first appeared in Comstock Review. Used with the author’s permission.

Striking imagery and sharp, distinctive language shimmer in Liza Wieland’s haunting novelParis, 7 A.M., which imagines American poet Elizabeth Bishop as a young woman. It opens in 1930 as the Vassar student struggles with her attraction to women, alcohol’s seductive comfort, and her literary gifts, but the narrative centers on Bishop’s stay in Paris in 1937, when the poet’s journals abruptly break off. Wieland picks 10 of her favorite Bishop poems.

Elizabeth Bishop published only 100 poems in her lifetime and yet is still considered one of the most important and distinguished American poets of the 20th century. She served as Poet Laureate of the United States from 1949 to 1950, won a Pulitzer Prize in 1956. and a National Book Award in 1970. Her poems are characterized by careful, detailed observation and the refusal to give in to the confessional impulse of her contemporaries, Plath, Sexton and Lowell. At first, the poems can feel detached from experience, so cool and remote is the speaker’s voice, but this impersonality reveals strong emotion below the polished surface. These ten poems depict Bishop as a traveler, both literally and metaphorically, as someone who moved restlessly between the domestic and the exotic, between the unknown and the familiar, elsewhere and “home.”

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1. 'The Map'

A map is of course one of a traveler’s most necessary possessions. No surprise, then, that this is the first poem in Elizabeth Bishop’s first collection. The poem serves as a kind of map to Bishop’s stylistic moves, such as parenthetical statements, rhetorical questions, and repetition. The poem’s last line, “More delicate than the historians’ are the map maker’s colors,” provides a view of Bishop’s ideas about geography, as expressed in a letter she wrote in 1948: “…geography is a thousand times more important to modern man than history. I always like to feel exactly where I am geographically all the time on the map.” Bishop began this poem when was she was alone and sick—and clearly homesick—in New York on New Year’s Eve in 1934.

2. 'The Imaginary Iceberg'

“We’d rather have than the iceberg than the ship” begins this poem, which is itself very like an iceberg: cool, imposing, a bit dangerous below the surface. This poem was the first Bishop published after college. It’s often read as a quiet battle between the attractions of the imagination and reality, resolved by the “we” of the poem waving goodbye to the iceberg and sailing back to warmer, more familiar climates. The poem might also be an early explanation for Bishop’s refusal to write confessional poetry: the introspective was not, for Bishop, as attractive as the literal. For many years, I carried in my wallet a picture of an iceberg, cut from a glossy magazine. I couldn’t figure out my attraction to the image until I read this poem.

3. 'Paris, 7 A.M.'

The poem, from which my new novel takes its title, begins with the confusion of the many clocks telling time in Clara Longworth de Chambrun’s apartment at 58 rue de Vaugirard. It reflects Bishop’s observation of the winter weather in Paris as “really sinister…a sort of hushed, frozen ash heap,” as well as her life-long obsession with the passage of time. Bishop’s mentor Marianne Moore disapproved of the word “apartment” in the first line, but Bishop defended her choice, wanting, she told Moore, the sense of a “’cut off’ mode of existence.” Throughout her life, Bishop felt a distrust of both time and houses; time was the enemy, and houses could be unsafe, not built to last.

4. 'Arrival at Santos'

The opening poem of Bishop’s third collection, Questions of Travel. The poem begins in certainty, with strong statements of location: “Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here….is some scenery.” The speaker arrives at the coast of Brazil by ship, having endured 18 days at sea. But certainty dissolves when a small boat, called a tender (and I feel sure Bishop enjoyed the pun), comes to take the passengers to “the interior” of the country. This was a new start for Bishop; in Brazil she would meet Lota de Macedo Soares; their relationship, though fraught, would last 16 years, until Lota’s death. Interestingly, Lota was an architect who built Bishop a house in the mountains above Rio, which she lost after Lota’s death.

5. 'Questions of Travel'

Why do we want to travel? this poem asks. Why not stay home and imagine? “Is it lack of imagination that makes us come/ to imagined places?” The middle of the poem, though, lists all that might have been missed: exaggeratedly beautiful trees that seem to gesture, the music of mismatched clogs, songbirds in bamboo cages, the sound of rain and then the “sudden, golden silence” after. The poem answers its own question in the last two lines, by looking at its questions from the other way around, and invoking the uncertainty and instability of ‘home.”

6. 'Sestina'

The orderly sestina form requires dexterity and precision. It’s hard to write a good one because the repetition of six words over the course of six stanzas and a three-line envoy can become dull. Bishop’s sestina describes what seems like an ordinary domestic scene: a child drawing a picture, a grandmother making tea, a stove, a farmer’s almanac hanging on the kitchen wall. But underneath there’s disorder, an atmosphere of sadness and longing for stability. The poem seems to depict the time after her mother’s final hospitalization, when Elizabeth was five. She would never see her mother again.

7. 'In the Waiting Room'

This poem describes the moment when a child (“an Elizabeth”) begins to have a sense of herself as an autonomous being. The child begins as an outsider in this scene—not a patient, not a grown-up. When she looks into the National Geographic, what she sees is unfamiliar, horrifying: an erupting volcano, a dead man strung on a pole, naked women. When she hears a cry of pain from her aunt, the poem starts to collapse differences and distinctions. Her “foolish” aunt, the women in the magazine, herself—all frightening versions of womanhood. The child feels this vertigo, and to try stop it, reminds herself of what defines her: her birthday and her name. After the publication of this poem in 1976, Bishop was concerned about her inaccurate portrayal of the actual contents of that issue of National Geographic.

8. 'Crusoe in England'

This poem is a kind of elegy for travel. Bishop gives us Robinson Crusoe as an old man, long ago rescued from his island, alone and bored in civilization. He misses the oddities and eccentricities of his life on the island—lumbering turtles, waterspouts, a violet blue tree snail, a red berry that makes a potent drink, goats and gulls, as well as his companion, Friday. At home in England—another island that doesn’t seem like one—his handmade possessions have lost their meaning, their urgency—his parasol looks to him like “a plucked and skinny fowl,” and the knife on which his survival depended “won’t look at him at all..it’s living soul has dribbled away.” The last line reveals that “Friday, my dear Friday” has been dead for 17 years, shifting the poem from elegy to eulogy.

9. 'The Moose'

An ordinary bus ride at night through rural Nova Scotia is interrupted by the extraordinary appearance of a moose. The passengers, who have been quietly discussing the troubles in their lives—“deaths, deaths, and sicknesses…the year (something) happened”—are stunned into happiness by the spectral appearance. I’ve always loved that the moose is, as one passenger exclaims, “a she.” She’s “grand, otherworldly,” perhaps an image of female power, but not dangerous, inspiring in the passengers a “sweet sensation of joy.” Bishop herself was on a bus trip in Nova Scotia in 1946 when a moose stepped out of the forest.

10. 'One Art'

One of Bishop’s few first-person poems, in which the 'I' is central and revealing. The stanzas detail the speaker’s losses, which increase in magnitude as the poem proceeds, culminating in the most personal “even losing you.” The form is a villanelle, which is based on very specific repetition of two lines that rhyme, in this case the dueling between “master” and “disaster.” The tone is falsely light, blithe, an echo of the grandmother in “Sestina” who is “laughing and talking to hide her tears.” In the last line, the revealing parenthetical (Write it!), Bishop seems to be forcing herself away from her own natural reticence and stoicism to admit that this loss is disastrous and perhaps can never be mastered.

11. 'The Fish'

Bishop lived most of her life within sight of water and loved to fish and sail. She said later that Ernest Hemingway’s praise for this poem meant more to her than praise from literary magazines. It’s her most widely anthologized poem, and she grew tired of its celebrity, once telling an editor he could have any poem except this one.

Halsey was a straight-up vision at the 2018 Women’s March in New York City.

After being asked to give a speech at the second annual event, the 22-year-old pop star says she “panicked for days,” according to her Instagram. “I wasn’t sure where to start. The night before the march I penned this poem at 2 in the morning and the words spilled out of me like white water rushing down a river bend,” she continued. “I didn’t realize how emotional it would be for me to speak my truth but it was. And I’m so happy I did it.”

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And so are WE.

Entitled A Story Like Mine, the poem tells the stories of a friend’s rape as well as Halsey’s own experiences of abuse. Halsey also powerfully talks about the time she performed through a miscarriage. Here’s the full transcript, courtesy of Jezebel.(Trigger warning: this poem contains details about sexual assaults of an abusive nature that some readers may find disturbing.)

“It’s 2009

and I’m 14 and I’m crying.

Not really sure where I am,

but I’m holding the hand

of my best friend Sam

in the waiting room of a Planned

Parenthood.

The air is sterile and clean

The walls are that ‘not grey but green’

And the lights are so bright they could burn a hole through the seam

Of my jeans.

And my phone is buzzing in the pocket.

My mom is asking me

If I remembered my keys

Cause she’s closing the door

and she needs to lock it.

But I can’t tell my mom

Where I’ve gone

I can’t tell anyone at all

You see my best friend Sam

was raped by a man

that we knew cause he worked

In the after school program.

And he held her down

with her textbooks beside her

And he covered her mouth and then he came…

inside her.

So now I’m with Sam

At the place with a plan

Waiting for the results of a medical exam

And she’s praying

she doesn’t need an abortion.

She couldn’t afford it

Her parents would ‘like totally kill her’

It’s 2002

and my family just moved

The only people I know are my mom’s friend Sue

And her son.

He’s got a case of matchbox cars

And he says that he’ll teach me

to play the guitar

If I just keep quiet

And the stairwell beside

apartment 1245

Will haunt me in my sleep

long as I’m alive

And I’m too young to know

why it aches in my thighs

But I must lie I must lie…

It’s 2012 and I’m dating a guy

And I sleep in his bed and

I just learned to drive

And he’s older than me

And he drinks whisky neat

And he’s paying for everything,

(The adult things not cheap)

We’ve been fighting a lot

Almost 10 Times a week.

But he still wants to have sex

And I just want to sleep

He says I can’t say no to him

That this much I owe to him Calibre not detecting kindle.

He buys my dinners,

so I need to blow him

And he’s taken to forcing me

down on my knees

I’m confused

cause he’s hurting me

while he says ‘please’

And ‘he’s only a man,’

and these things he ‘just needs’

He’s my boyfriend

So why am I filled with unease?

It’s 2017 and I live like a queen

And I’ve followed damn near

every one of my dreams

I’m invincible!

and I’m so fucking naive…

I believe I’m protected

cause I live on a screen

Nobody would dare

act that way around me.

I have earned my protection,

eternally clean…

Till a man that I trust

gets his hands

in my pants

But I don’t want none of that?

I just wanted to dance?

And I wake up the next morning

like I’m in a trance

And there’s blood

My blood…

Is that my blood?

Wait hol-hold on a minute.

You see I’ve worked every day

since I was 18.

I’ve toured every where

from Japan to Mar a Lago,

I even went on stage

that night in Chicago

when I was having a miscarriage.

I pied the piper! I put on a diaper!

And sang out my spleen

to a room full of teens

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

THIS HAPPENED TO ME?

You can’t put your hands on me?

You don’t know what my body has been through.

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I’m supposed to be safe now

I’ve earned it.

The year is 2018, and I’ve realized

That nobody is safe long as she is alive

And every friend that I know

Has a story like mine.

And the world tells me that we should take it as a compliment.

But heroes like Ashley

and Simone and gabby

McKayla and Gaga,

Rosario, Ali.

Remind me this is the beginning

it’s not the finale.

And that’s why we are here,

and that’s why we rally.

It’s about Olympians

and a medical resident

And not one fucking word

from the man who is president

It’s about closed doors

secrets and legs in stilettos

From Hollywood Hills

to the projects and ghettos

When babies are ripped

from the arms of teen mothers;

and child brides globally

cry under covers

Who don’t have a voice

on the magazine covers

And you can’t walk anywhere

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if your legs aren’t covered

They tell us take cover….

But we are not free

until all of us are free.

So love your neighbor

Please treat her kindly

Ask her her story

Then shut up and listen

Black Asian poor wealthy

Trans Cis Muslim Christian

LISTEN.

LISTEN.

And then yell.

At the top of your lungs.

Be a voice for all those

who have prisoner tongues,

for the people who had grow up

way too young,

there is work to be done

there are songs to be sung,

Lord knows there’s a war to be won.”

Chills, right? The singer shared the full video to her Twitter…

here is my entire “A Story Like Mine” poem from today’s #WomensMarch2018 in NYC tw: rape / assault. Thank you. pic.twitter.com/l3fji73woM

— h (@halsey) January 20, 2018

… and was met with an outpouring of support and gratitude.

Watch. Listen. Act. Thank you @halseyhttps://t.co/jOkXq2t2Nf

— Gabrielle Union (@itsgabrielleu) January 22, 2018

Thank you for sharing your story and using your platform to stand up for everyone who doesn’t have a voice.

— bella (@money_and_sleep) January 20, 2018

Your poem was so powerful. Thank you for sharing it w/ the world, I hope you left everyone speechless and that finally some of them will think about the big picture. You remind us that each woman in our world should be proud of who she is and that being a woman IS NOT a weakness.

— Marine B. (@marinebayle__) January 21, 2018

I’m sitting in bed crying my eyes out. Poetry is my thing, your music is my jam, your message is clear and rings loud in my ears. All I have are words of gratitude and praise while my heart it cries. You’re wonderful and strong, thank you so much.

— AttackRunRepeat (@AttkRunRepeat) January 21, 2018

Gratefully, Halsey has never been one to hold her tongue in the face of injustice. Remember when she performed at the Nobel Peace Prize concert in 2016 wearing a leather jacket with a big “20:1” embossed on the back? The numbers represented “the ratio of male-to-female recipients of the Nobel Prize, an award that recognizes great achievements in social, creative and scientific fields,” Halsey shared on Instagram.

So… what in the world did we do to deserve Halsey?

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