English - Bishop Quotes

He hung a grunting…

weight, battered and venerable and homely.

His gills were breathing in / the terrible oxygen…

the frightening gills, / fresh and crisp with blood.

The iron kettle…

sings on the stove

With crayons the child draws…

a rigid house / and a winding pathway

The brown enormous odor he lived by…

was too close, with its breathing and thick hair

The pigs’ eyes followed him, a cheerful stare…

even to the sow that always ate her young

The inside of a volcano, black, and full of ashes…

then it was spilling over in rivulets of fire

It was sliding beneath…

a big black wave, / another, and another

Be careful…

with that match!

Oil-soaked, oil-permeated…

to a disturbing, over-all / black translucency

And the mountains…

look like the hulls of capsized ships

The waterfalls spill over uninhabited glades…

glittering, like a spread of beautiful rugs