September 2011
20 posts
Fishing By Moonlight
by Jim Yaussy Albright
The lake was waiting for me, though I was very late.
A bright trout came to the fly, went back in the water
taking all the light with him.
The moon brushed out of the pines, cast its glow on the lake.
I drifted, fly drifted through the silver-blue night.
A silver trout pulled on the fly, let go.
“Bestir yourself; time to be on your way.”
The moon...
The Trout
by Amy Lowell
Naughty little speckled trout, Can’t I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the water every day? Do you pull the Naiads’ hair Hiding in the lilies there? Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs, Or watch tadpoles grow their legs? Do the little trouts have school In some deep sun-glinted pool, And in recess play at tag Round that bed of purple flag? I have...
The Drunken Fisherman
by Robert Lowell
Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah’s bow suspends No pots of gold to weight its ends); Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout Rose to my bait. They flopped about My canvas creel until the moth Corrupted its unstable cloth. A calendar to tell the day; A handkerchief to wave away The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm Pouching...
