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Elisabeth Bishop

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samedi 06 août 2005 [n° 289]

Manuelzinho

Elizabeth Bishop

[Brazil. A friend of the writer is speaking.]

Elizabeth Bishop reading the first four stanzas of “Manuelzinho” Britannica Media Gallery

Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)—
a sort of inheritance; white,
in your thirties now, and supposed
to supply me with vegetables,
but you don’t; or you won’t; or you can’t
get the idea through your brain—
the world’s worst gardener since Cain.
Titled above me, your gardens
ravish my eyes. You edge
the beds of silver cabbages
with red carnations, and lettuces
mix with alyssum. And then
umbrella ants arrive,
or it rains for a solid week
and the whole thing’s ruined again
and I buy you more pounds of seeds,
imported, guaranteed,
and eventually you bring me
a mystic thee-legged carrot,
or a pumpkin “bigger than the baby.”

I watch you through the rain,
trotting, light, on bare feet,
up the steep paths you have made—
or your father and grandfather made—
all over my property,
with your head and back inside
a sodden burlap bag,
and feel I can’t endure it
another minute; then,
indoors, beside the stove,
keep on reading a book.

(…)

Manuelzinho Elizabeth Bishop – Poetry archive

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