The American poet Elizabeth Bishop is still little known in this country. She was a restless soul: growing up without parents, she traveled from Nova Scotia to Florida and then on to Brazil. The only home she found was language. The astonishing imagery of her poems captivates the reader: dreamlike icebergs and fantastic maps, but also weeds that take root in a heart. Sadness and precision, longing and rigor - Bishop's word art has endured through time. It can now be admired in a comprehensive bilingual edition, featuring the brilliant translation by Steffen Popp.