All posts tagged: Elizabeth Bishop

Programme for the Elizabeth Bishop Summer School at the Mater Dei Institute

“The sun is blazing and the sky is blue” . . . The Irish Centre for Poetry Studies at Mater Dei Institute are proud to announce details for their upcoming Elizabeth Bishop Summer School. Date: Thursday 28th June – Friday 29th June   9.00-9.30 am REGISTRATION 9.30-11.00 am : DR.MICHAEL HINDS Irish Centre for Poetry Studies, MDI “You are one of them”: How Elizabeth Bishop Became Canonical 11.00-11.15 am: COFFEE  11.30-1.00 am PROF. STEPHEN MATTERSON, Trinity College Dublin Bishop Intertextually 1.00-2.30 pm: LUNCH  2.30-4.00 pm DR. MARIA JOHNSTON Trinity College Dublin & Irish Centre for Poetry Studies Bishop’s Orchestration of the Book Friday June 29th  9.30-11.00 am: DR. CATHERINE KILCOYNE University College Dublin & Irish Centre for Poetry Studies Bishop and Sexuality 11.15-11.30 am: Coffee  11.30-1.00 am DR. ALEX RUNCHMAN Trinity College Dublin & Irish Centre for Poetry Studies “Manners”: Bishop, Friendship and (IN) Formality 1.00-2.30 pm: LUNCH 2.30-4.00 pm FORUM DISCUSSION email Michael Hinds michael.hinds@materdei.dcu.ie for more details on fees or to book a place JUNE 28TH-29TH, 2012 “The sun is blazing and the sky is blue” …

Two sestinas

‘Sestina’ by Dante Alighieri I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when the colour is all lost from the grass, though my desire will not lose its green, so rooted is it in this hardest stone, that speaks and feels as though it were a woman. And likewise this heaven-born woman stays frozen, like the snow in shadow, and is unmoved, or moved like a stone, by the sweet season that warms all the hills, and makes them alter from pure white to green, so as to clothe them with the flowers and grass. When her head wears a crown of grass she draws the mind from any other woman, because she blends her gold hair with the green so well that Amor lingers in their shadow, he who fastens me in these low hills, more certainly than lime fastens stone. Her beauty has more virtue than rare stone. The wound she gives cannot be healed with grass, since I have travelled, through the plains and hills, to find …