
Many people know and love “One Art,” Elizabeth Bishop’s exquisite poem on loss, and it has been my touchstone poem for many years as well. Recently, though, I was introduced to another of her poems, “The Bight,” in a poetry class. Not as readily accessible as “One Art”–most of us need to look up the title in the dictionary and possibly at least one other word within the work (hello “marl”)–the teacher skillfully guided the class to a preliminary understanding of it, all the way through the famous closing words, “All the untidy activity continues, awful but cheerful.” Since then I have been tackling one of her poems each day and devouring books about her.