The poet Elizabeth Bishop was never publicly out, though for a recluse she got around, in and out of relationships with lovers and houses and landscapes that each for a time seemed to be everything to her, their presence in her life either overt or implied in her poems. Barbara Hammer’s tender and searching film on Bishop penetrates the poet’s “conflicted need both to stay still and to move.” Approaching the subject through an inquiry into Bishop’s homes—in Key West and Brazil, among others—and in carefully selected poems, Hammer opens unexpected closets in Bishop’s personality and history.