What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life
in our bodies, we are determined to rush
to see the sun the other way around?


A concordance to Elizabeth Bishop's poetry (1985 edition), Scholarly Title


What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?

What childishness is it that while there's a breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around?