Setting a trotline after sundown
if we went far enough away in the night
sometimes up out of deep water
would come a secret-headed channel cat,
Eyes that were still eyes in the rush of darkness,
flowing feelers noncommittal and black,
and hidden in the fins those rasping bone daggers,
with one spiking upward on its back.
We would come at daylight and find the line sag,
the fishbelly gleam and the rush on the tether:
to feel the swerve and the deep current
which tugged at the tree roots below the river.
find the line sag, the fishbelly gleam and the rush on the tether: Beautiful lines.
A good poem to feel the swerve and the deep current
The current that tugged at the tree roots is in the depths of this outward description of river fishing..
Fishbelly gleam! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pretty poem by William Stafford👍👍