Visits to St. Elizabeths
This is the house of
Bedlam.
This is the man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is a wristwatch
telling the time
of the talkative man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is a sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the honored man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is the roadstead
all of board
reached by the sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the old, brave man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
These are the years and
the walls of the ward,
the winds and clouds of
the sea of board
sailed by the sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the cranky man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is a Jew in a
newspaper hat
that dances weeping down
the ward
over the creaking sea of
board
beyond the sailor
winding his watch
that tells the time
of the cruel man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is a world of books
gone flat.
This is a Jew in a
newspaper hat
that dances weeping down
the ward
over the creaking sea of
board
of the batty sailor
that winds his watch
that tells the time
of the busy man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is a boy that pats
the floor
to see if the world is
there, is flat,
for the widowed Jew in
the newspaper hat
that dances weeping down
the ward
waltzing the length of a
weaving board
by the silent sailor
that hears his watch
that ticks the time
of the tedious man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
These are the years and
the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that
pats the floor
to feel if the world is
there and flat.
This is a Jew in a
newspaper hat
that dances joyfully
down the ward
into the parting seas of
board
past the staring sailor
that shakes his watch
that tells the time
of the poet, the man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
This is the soldier home
from the war.
These are the years and
the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that
pats the floor
to see if the world is
round or flat.
This is a Jew in a
newspaper hat
that dances carefully
down the ward,
walking the plank of a
coffin board
with the crazy sailor
that shows his watch
that tells the time
of the wretched man
that lies in the house
of Bedlam.
-Elizabeth
Bishop, 1950
From The Complete
Poems, 1927-1979