"Her favorite example of 'perfect' iambic pentameter was: 'I hate to see that evenin' sun go down."
--Lloyd Schwartz, "Elizabeth Bishop, 1911-1979," in Elizabeth Bishop and her Art, (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1983), p. 254.
Hey Ev! So you awake Ev baby?
So you know something?
Oh so you do know something --
Well, pretend you don't.
Pretend you don't know
a goddam friggin thing, eh?
Cuz you know something?
Like NOBODY slams Lizzy B.
Like no man I swear! No jive!
Like try googling her ass on PSi
You friggin well won't get Rives
giving Herself high fives.
So you think maybe it's the spelling, eh? That's it?
So you think maybe she's a Brit?
So try googling her arse instead, arsehole!
Like you think maybe your little pinkie slipped?
Like all's you can come up with is some guy
named Steve Marsh flapping his lips
about how the way she says "The Fish" is like
"Let's get this out of the way
so I can get back to my laundry."
Sheesh man I mean well really what I mean is just SHEESH.
So what about her? I mean talk about sheesh --