Sandpiper
“The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
And that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he run to the south, finical, awkward,
In a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake….”
— From “The Sandpiper,’’ by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-79). A Worcester native, she travel widely, and lived abroad for stretches but always returned to New England.
