It is February 1918. A little girl named Elizabeth is sitting in a dentist’s office in Worcester, Massachusetts. She’s looking at a copy of National Geographic. It’s cold outside. It’s quiet inside, except for the muffled sounds coming from the treatment room. Then, something happens—a shift in the universe so subtle and yet so violent that it changes the way we think about the "self" forever.
Elizabeth Bishop In the Waiting Room isn't just a poem you suffered through in a college lit survey. It’s a psychological horror story disguised as a memoir. It is arguably the most famous moment of "self-realization" in American literature, and honestly, it’s incredibly weird once you stop looking at it as "classic poetry" and start looking at it as a description of a literal panic attack or a dissociative episode.
Bishop wrote this when she was much older, looking back at her seven-year-old self. She was born in 1911, so by the time this was published in her final book, Geography III (1976), she had decades of distance. But the poem feels like it’s happening now. It captures that terrifying second when a child realizes they aren't just a floating consciousness—they are a person, trapped in a body, stuck in a specific time, and horrifyingly similar to everyone else.
The National Geographic and the Loss of Innocence
The poem starts with waiting. Everyone hates waiting. But for a kid, waiting is a form of limbo. Elizabeth is there with her Aunt Consuelo. To pass the time, she picks up the magazine.
Now, Bishop doesn't just say "she read a magazine." She lists the images with a clinical, almost obsessive detail that feels like a camera zooming in too close. She sees black naked women with necks wound with wire. She sees breasts like "horrifying" gourds. She sees a man dressed in dead pigs.
It’s a lot.
For a kid in 1918 Worcester, this is an encounter with the "Other." But the real kicker isn't the exoticism. It's the realization that these people are real. They exist. And if they exist, and they are human, and Elizabeth is human... then what does that make her?
She’s suddenly overwhelmed by the "total stranger" she sees in the magazine and the "total stranger" she is becoming. Most of us have this moment at five or six or seven. You look in the mirror and think, That’s me? I’m in there? Bishop just happens to be the best person to ever put that specific brand of existential vertigo into words.
That "Oh!" Moment: When the Self Dissolves
The pivot point of Elizabeth Bishop In the Waiting Room happens when she hears a cry of pain from the dentist’s chair. It’s her Aunt Consuelo.
But here’s the twist: Elizabeth realizes that she is the one who felt the cry. Or rather, she realized that she and her aunt were essentially the same thing. She writes that it was "me: my voice, in my mouth."
It’s a bizarre, trippy moment of empathy and ego-death.
Bishop was known for being "objective" and "detached." Critics like Helen Vendler have spent years talking about Bishop’s "eye." But in this poem, the eye turns inward and finds something hollow. She describes a feeling of sliding beneath the floorboards. She’s falling. The world is "bright-and-black."
She tries to stop the fall by telling herself her name and her age. You are an Elizabeth, you are three days away from being seven years old. It’s a mantra. She’s trying to use language to glue her soul back into her skin.
Have you ever looked at a word so long it stops making sense? That’s what Bishop does with her own existence here. She starts questioning why she has to be this person. Why couldn't she be one of the women in the magazine? Why must she be "one of them"?
It’s the "them" that’s the problem. Being an individual is lonely, but being part of "them"—the human race—is terrifying because it means you’re subject to the same pain, aging, and eventually, the same death as everyone else.
Why Worcester, Massachusetts Matters
Geography was everything to Bishop. Her father died when she was a baby; her mother was committed to a mental asylum when Elizabeth was five. She was a nomad. She lived in Nova Scotia, then Boston, then Brazil, then New York.
By setting Elizabeth Bishop In the Waiting Room in Worcester, she’s returning to the "ground zero" of her displacement. 1918 was also the year of the Great Flu. The world was literally dying outside. The "War" she mentions in the poem is World War I.
The poem ends with a return to reality. The floor stops sliding. The "slush" and the "cold" of the Worcester street come back into focus.
"The War was on. Outside,
in Worcester, Massachusetts,
were night and slush and cold,
and it was still the fifth
of February, 1918."
It’s such a grounded, thudding ending. She survived the existential crisis, but she’s still stuck in a cold, grey world at war. There’s no happy resolution. You just go back to being a person because you don't have any other choice.
The Technical Wizardry of Bishop's "Simplicity"
If you look at the poem on the page, it looks simple. The lines are short. The vocabulary isn't complex. But that’s the trap.
Bishop uses a technique called enjambment—where a sentence spills over the end of a line—to mimic the feeling of falling. When she describes the "sliding" sensation, the lines themselves seem to slide.
She also uses "I" and "you" in a way that blurs the lines between the narrator and the reader. You aren't just reading about her waiting room; you’re in yours. You're remembering the first time you realized you were "an I."
There's a reason poets like Robert Lowell and Marianne Moore were obsessed with her. She didn't need big, flashy metaphors. she used the "National Geographic" and a "dentist's chair" to explain the fundamental mystery of being alive.
Common Misconceptions About the Poem
People often think this is a poem about a girl being scared of the dentist. It’s not. The dentist is almost irrelevant.
Others think it’s purely an autobiographical "recollection." While Bishop was meticulous about facts (she actually checked the archives of National Geographic to make sure the images she remembered were in the issues from that time period), the poem is a construction. It’s art. She’s using her memory to explore a philosophical problem: the "unlikely" nature of being human.
It's also not a "coming of age" story in the traditional sense. Usually, those stories are about gaining power or knowledge. This is about gaining a burden. The knowledge she gains is that she is "one of them," and that "them" is a group defined by suffering and strangeness.
How to Actually Read Bishop Without Getting Bored
If you want to get the most out of Elizabeth Bishop In the Waiting Room, don't read it like a textbook.
- Read it aloud. Bishop’s rhythm is conversational but jagged. You need to hear the pauses.
- Look at the 1918 context. Realize that the world she was describing was in total chaos. The "Waiting Room" is a tiny bubble of artificial silence in a world of trenches and pandemic.
- Focus on the "Why." Don't just identify the themes. Ask yourself why a 65-year-old woman felt the need to write about a 6-year-old’s panic attack. It’s because that child’s discovery—that we are all "linked"—was the defining realization of her entire life and her entire body of work.
Your Practical Next Steps for Exploring Bishop
To truly understand the weight of this poem, you should look at the specific issue of National Geographic Bishop was referencing. It was the February 1918 issue. Looking at those actual photos of the "Omaha" and the "Zulus" helps you see exactly what triggered her dissociation.
After that, read "The Fish" or "One Art." You’ll see the same pattern: a hyper-focus on a physical object that eventually leads to a massive emotional or spiritual revelation.
Finally, visit a quiet, public place—a library, a bus stop, or yes, a waiting room. Sit without your phone. Look at the people around you. Try to feel that "sliding" sensation of being both an individual and a nameless part of the crowd. That’s where the poem lives.
The real power of Bishop’s work isn't in the literary prizes she won (though she won all of them, from the Pulitzer to the National Book Award). It’s in her ability to make you feel slightly uncomfortable in your own skin, in the most beautiful way possible.
Actionable Insight: The next time you feel a sense of "imposter syndrome" or existential dread, remember Bishop’s Worcester. The "waiting room" is a universal human experience. Recognizing your connection to the "total strangers" around you is the first step toward a deeper, albeit more complicated, kind of empathy.
Start by journaling about your own earliest memory of "self." Not what you did, but when you first realized you were the one doing it. That’s the "Bishop Moment." Focus on the textures, the smells, and the specific objects in the room. You'll find that the more specific you are, the more universal the story becomes.
If you're looking for more, grab a copy of Geography III. It’s a short book, but it’s heavy. It’s the work of a master who spent her whole life trying to map the distance between people, only to find out there isn't as much distance as we'd like to think.
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