Elizabeth Bishop's "the Fish" and "One Art"

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"The Fish" and "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop are two poems written at two different stages of the poet's life. The two poems are very different. "The Fish" was written while Bishop was in her thirties, and "One Art was written during her sixties. "The Fish" is filled with poetic images all for the reason of making a powerful point, whereas "One Art" is more about dealing with loss, especially that of loved ones. "The Fish" was written to provoke a point while giving the reader a powerful set of images and details about the fish, making it into not only a poem with a purpose, but also a poem for the sake of visual language. Bishop, at first, gives the reader an adjective such as "tremendous" to describe the fish. Usually when told grandpa's tales of catching humongous fish, "tremendous" is a positive word--so positive that the prize fish usually grows an inch or two with every telling. Because of this, the reader initially thinks of the catch as a great one. However, with every line of the poem, Bishop slowly uncovers the truth about the fish, and how it and its environment was abused by the old oil-leaking motor pushing the rental boat that carried the fisherman. She sarcastically and enthusiastically describes the spilt oil on the water as "rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!" almost as if providing an excuse for the carelessness of the engine/fisherman. The ultimate theme of 'The Fish" is that the carelessness of how we treat others and ourselves can only impart negative results. "One Art" was definately written by an older and more mature Bishop, and deals with another touchy issue--loss (of friends, loved ones, etcetera). The manner in which Bishop describes loss is significant within itself: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster (ln. 1-3). She describes loss as an art, as if she has lost so much that she has become an artist at it, and at dealing with it. She has become so numb to the loss of whatever it is that she has once loved, it is not a disaster to her anymore.

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