Elizabeth Bishop Quotes About Dreams

Quotes about: Dreams

• I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, And floats forever in a moon-green pool, Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Dream, Song, Fall

  Elizabeth Bishop (2008). “Elizabeth Bishop: Poems, Prose, and Letters”

• Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Dream, Our Dreams

  Elizabeth Bishop (2015). “Poems”, p.91, Macmillan

• The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Dream, Car, Dangerous

  Elizabeth Bishop (2015). “Poems”, p.31, Macmillan

• Bishop on "At the Fishhouses"At the last minute, after I'd had a chance to do a little research in Cape Breton, I foundI'd said codfish scales once when it should have been herring scales. I hope theycorrected it all right.2Quite a few lines of "At the Fishhouses" came to me in a dream, and the scene- whichwas real enough, I'd recently been there-but the old man and the conversation, etc.,were all in a later dream

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Dream, Real, Men

• But he sleeps on the top of his mast with his eyes closed tight. The gull inquired into his dream, which was, "I must not fall. The spangled sea below wants me to fall. It is hard as diamonds; it wants to destroy us all.

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Dream, Fall, Sleep

  Elizabeth Bishop (2015). “Poems”, p.24, Macmillan

• Dreams were the worst. Of course I dreamed of food and love, but they were pleasant rather than otherwise. But then I'd dream of things like slitting a baby's throat, mistaking it for a baby goat. I'd have nightmares of other islands stretching away from mine, infinities of islands, islands spawning islands, like frogs' eggs turning into polliwogs of islands, knowing that I had to live on each and every one, eventually, for ages, registering their flora, their fauna, their geography.

  Elizabeth Bishop

  Dream, Baby, Islands

  Elizabeth Bishop (2015). “Geography III: Poems”, p.15, Macmillan

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