In March, I Remember
Elizabeth Bishop traveled to many places: Morocco, Leningrad, the Galapagos, to name a few. Places I wish I knew. She lived in Brazil, Canada, Boston, and New York–places I know. Some of them, very well. In her poetry I hear a deep voice, honest and dignified. She sees clearly, and tells so simply. I borrowed her words for my music, and wrote melodies and harmonies around them. Her travels continue. I know I have places to go.