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I caught a tremendous fish
and held him beside the boat
half out of water, with my hook
fast in a corner of his mouth.
He didn't fight.
He hadn't fought at all.
He hung a grunting weight,
battered and venerable
and homely. Here and there
his brown skin hung in strips
like ancient wallpaper,
and its pattern of darker brown
was like wallpaper:
shapes like full-blown roses
stained and lost through age.
He was speckled and barnacles,
fine rosettes of lime,
and infested
with tiny white sea-lice,
and underneath two or three
rags of green weed hung down.
While his gills were breathing in
the terrible oxygen
--the frightening gills,
fresh and crisp with blood,
that can cut so badly--
I thought of the coarse white flesh
packed in like feathers,
the big bones and the little bones,
the dramatic reds and blacks
of his shiny entrails,
and the pink swim-bladder
like a big peony.
I looked into his eyes
which were far larger than mine
but shallower, and yellowed,
the irises backed and packed
with tarnished tinfoil
seen through the lenses
of old scratched isinglass.
They shifted a little, but not
to return my stare.
--It was more like the tipping
of an object toward the light.
I admired his sullen face,
the mechanism of his jaw,
and then I saw
that from his lower lip
--if you could call it a lip
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his mouth.
A green line, frayed at the end
where he broke it, two heavier lines,
and a fine black thread
still crimped from the strain and snap
when it broke and he got away.
Like medals with their ribbons
frayed and wavering,
a five-haired beard of wisdom
trailing from his aching jaw.
I stared and stared
and victory filled up
the little rented boat,
from the pool of bilge
where oil had spread a rainbow
around the rusted engine
to the bailer rusted orange,
the sun-cracked thwarts,
the oarlocks on their strings,
the gunnels--until everything
was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow!
And I let the fish go.
Elizabeth Bishop
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Serique Gil
(7/5/2009 8:44:00 PM) |
Totally amazing. Beyond any fishing experience! ! !
real poem!
much more of what you see
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Kristine Sloma
(3/19/2009 6:43:00 PM) |
I agree with Lee and with Aisling. The poem really shows her eye for detail, and I like that it was so detailed. I like to see the picture and this poem really does that. Lee points out that this poem is about the fish and the fisherman. The fish is struggling to live, while the fisherman is seeing a triumph when the fish ends up being so big. The poem also talks about how the fish has 5 hooks in its mouth, and that shows that the fish has had a lot of experiences, most of them being successful of getting off of the hook. Lee makes a great point showing that, and Aisling points out that the detail is so amazing.
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Jack Ruckus
(3/19/2009 6:40:00 PM) |
Lee you are a man of tremendous knowledge! you have seen that this poem is more than just 'hey i caught a fish! ' THis poem is about all of our struggles and living with them! We need to respect eachother just like Elizabeth respects this fish and lets him leave, seeing that he has been through many fights in his fish life.
This poem is simply exquisite and Lee, yo ubeat me to this post!
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Kaitlynn Lalond
(3/19/2009 6:37:00 PM) |
I'm gonna have to agree with Lee, this poem is definately about the fish and the fisherman. Sometimes in life when we encounter a struggle or trial we just kinda hang there with the hook in our mouth waiting for relief. If you read each and every word you'll understand that the fisherman is explaining more than the just the fish hanging from the hook! I thought this poem was very interesting and extremely well written.
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Lee Moore
(1/28/2009 9:24:00 PM) |
I'm not an 'expert' when it comes to poetry but this one captures SO much! This is not about this 'poor ole fish'. This is about both of them and the struggle of life; hope,
triumph, surrender and love. Exquisite!
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Paul Butters
(3/1/2008 6:47:00 PM) |
Simply one of my favourite poems ever. Beautiful imagery. Glad she let go.
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Aisling Fagan
(9/27/2006 10:44:00 AM) |
I think this is a wonderful poem by Elizabeth Bishop. It shows some of her striking characteristics: her eye of detail. Its a very interesting poem. Her details of the fishs eye is of extraodinary detail. Each layer creates a vivid image in my head.
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