"They [Elizabeth Bishop's paint sketches ] record what it looked like in the rooms and on the streets where she happened to be living. To judge from the pleasure she found in the colors and patterns, they also record what it was like to be happy there. And yet, though the images place Bishop, they don’t seem to anchor her. They convey a sense that she has only been placed provisionally. The security in the images, to the extent that there is any, doesn’t appear to be of a permanent kind. All the lines waver; the angles of the trays, tables, and walls are askew; things float, "
"Elizabeth Bishop also had trouble with her pronouns. “But I felt: you are an I, / you are anElizabeth, / you are one of them. / Why should you be one, too?” she wrote in her poem “In the Waiting Room.”"
"Pronoun Trouble" , The Paris Review

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