"Now look, the practical, the sensible.
solution is to wear a fantasia.
Tonight you simply can't afford to be a-.
n eyesore. But no one will ever see a.
dog in mascara this time of year." (Bishop, pg 191).
By personifying the dog, we see really how difficult it is for Bishop to go out and actually feel accepted. Bishop sees herself as the pink dog and puts her expression into what she should do to herself, change to fit in. Lloyd Schwartz, a friend and publisher of some of Bishop's poems had this to say, .
Bishop had been plagued by various illnesses all her life.
"Bishop had been plagued by various illnesses all her life, from persistent eczema [(like a pink dog?)] to the chronic, sometimes life-threatening asthma for which she was repeatedly hospitalized. In the 1970's her beloved Aunt Grace, in Nova Scotia, was showing signs of Alzheimer's disease. Bishop was morbidly worried about an old age of illness after lingering illness, and was terrified of becoming senile. I think if she could have known that she would die of an aneurysm, suddenly and without warning, at sixty-eight, as she was putting on her shoes to go out to dinner, she"d have lived a happier life." (Schwartz, sec 6).
So Bishop was frightened of her appearance and yet she still tried to fit in Society.
Much later toward the end of her life she wrote "Sonnet" a shorter poem than was usual of most of her works. The poem seems to be a declaration of her personal escape, and finally freedom from those thoughts of low self worth which had persued her throughout much of her life. However there were still indications that she had not exercised all of the demons just yet.
Caught -- the bubble.
in the spirit level,.
a creature divided;.
and the compass needle.
wobbling and wavering,.
Freed -- the broken .
thermometer's mercury.
running away:.
and the rainbow-bird.
from the narrow bevel.
of the empty mirror,.
flying wherever.