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Fishing On The Susquehanna In July - Poem by Billy Collins

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.

Not in July or any month
have I had the pleasure -- if it is a pleasure --
of fishing on the Susquehanna.

I am more likely to be found
in a quiet room like this one --
a painting of a woman on the wall,

a bowl of tangerines on the table --
trying to manufacture the sensation
of fishing on the Susquehanna.

There is little doubt
that others have been fishing
on the Susquehanna,

rowing upstream in a wooden boat,
sliding the oars under the water
then raising them to drip in the light.

But the nearest I have ever come to
fishing on the Susquehanna
was one afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia,

when I balanced a little egg of time
in front of a painting
in which that river curled around a bend

under a blue cloud-ruffled sky,
dense trees along the banks,
and a fellow with a red bandana

sitting in a small, green
flat-bottom boat
holding the thin whip of a pole.

That is something I am unlikely
ever to do, I remember
saying to myself and the person next to me.

Then I blinked and moved on
to other American scenes
of haystacks, water whitening over rocks,

even one of a brown hare
who seemed so wired with alertness
I imagined him springing right out of the frame.

Comments about Fishing On The Susquehanna In July by Billy Collins

  • kerry 10/23/2020 5:38:00 PM

    tryin 2 remember an ole fishin poem. catchin any, gotta few, wat ya usin, gobba worms, fishin on bottom, ridin on bottom, wat ya drinkin, jug a jim beam. thats all i remember. can u help with entire poem Reply

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 8/13/2020 11:39:00 PM

    Well imagined and well narrated poem through keeping to indoors and create creative things like painting and writing...a master piece by master poet 10++ Reply

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  • Mahtab Bangalee 8/13/2020 11:28:00 PM

    rowing upstream in a wooden boat,
    sliding the oars under the water
    then raising them to drip in the light.
    ......excellent thrilling; superbly written this poem on fishing in life; poet greatly enjoyed the fishing on the Susquehanna in July the month of rainy day; sitting on the wooden boat fishing is very enjoyable part in life for anyone; pleasure to read this poem
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  • Khairul Ahsan 8/13/2020 10:00:00 PM

    The poem begins with an honest confession of the poet's not having ever fished on any river, and then goes on with an imagined scenario of his fishing in the Susquehanna River. Loved the concept.
    Congratulations on the poem's selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
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  • Glen Kappy 8/13/2020 4:25:00 PM

    Billy makes me smile, as he often does with his poems, as I revisit this one. Among the things that make me fond of his poetry are the detailed descriptions—as in raising the oars " to drip in the light" and " water whitening over rocks." Maybe because I'm not interested in fishing myself—though I can see why others might be—I can be particularly resonate with this poem. -GK Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis 8/13/2020 10:13:00 AM

    Upstream! ! !

    With the muse of a curled river!

    Musing along with the paintings of nature.

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Nathan Walraven 6/12/2018 10:46:00 PM

    This poem is very nice. keep up writing them. Please write more fishing poems Billy Reply

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  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black 9/28/2014 5:54:00 PM

    Nice description of a painting..I guess you very inspired by another artist's works..makes that person a Muse..I enjoy your poetry.. Reply

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  • Brian Jani 5/17/2014 2:49:00 PM

    Billy A beautifully written poem. Keep it up Reply

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  • * Sunprincess * 3/19/2014 11:01:00 AM

    ........my favourite stanzas...enjoyed much..
    under a blue cloud-ruffled sky,
    dense trees along the banks,
    and a fellow with a red bandana

    sitting in a small, green
    flat-bottom boat
    holding the thin whip of a pole.
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July Poems
  1. 1. Fishing On The Susquehanna In July
    Billy Collins
  2. 2. Inniskeen Road: July Evening
    Patrick Kavanagh
  3. 3. Killed Paive--July 8--1918
    Ernest Hemingway
  4. 4. July Fourth By The Ocean
    Robinson Jeffers
  5. 5. Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, Ju..
    Anne Bradstreet
  6. 6. A Calendar Of Sonnets: July
    Helen Hunt Jackson
  7. 7. Answer July
    Emily Dickinson
  8. 8. From My Diary, July 1914
    Wilfred Owen
  9. 9. London In July
    Amy Levy
  10. 10. July
    Boris Pasternak
  11. 11. [month Of) July
    Hilaire Belloc
  12. 12. Zermat: To The Matterhorn (June-July, 18..
    Thomas Hardy
  13. 13. 0013 Aftermath: London, July 7,2005
    Michael Shepherd
  14. 14. The Shooting Of John Dillinger Outside T..
    David Wagoner
  15. 15. 4th Of July Activities
    Marilyn Lott
  16. 16. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diar..
    George MacDonald
  17. 17. Parody On The Recorder’s Speech To His G..
    Jonathan Swift
  18. 18. On My Birthday, July 21
    Matthew Prior
  19. 19. The Shepherds Calendar - July
    John Clare
  20. 20. 4th Of July Fireworks
    Marilyn Lott
  21. 21. The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd Versi..
    John Clare
  22. 22. Fourth Of July
    Julia Ann Moore
  23. 23. July
    John Le Gay Brereton
  24. 24. The Shepheardes Calender: July
    Edmund Spenser
  25. 25. July In Georgy
    James Weldon Johnson
  26. 26. An Afternoon In July
    Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
  27. 27. July Fugitive
    Francis Thompson
  28. 28. The July Sun Over Lebanon
    Leo Yankevich
  29. 29. To The Fourth Of July
    Swami Vivekananda
  30. 30. ! Song Of July!
    Rema Prasanaa
  31. 31. On My Son's Return Out Of England, July ..
    Anne Bradstreet
  32. 32. America: From The National Ode, July 4, ..
    James Bayard Taylor
  33. 33. On A Wet July Morn
    Valsa George
  34. 34. July
    George Meredith
  35. 35. Sonnet: At Dover Cliffs, July 20th 1787
    William Lisle Bowles
  36. 36. Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration..
    James Russell Lowell
  37. 37. Rainy July Night
    Kranthi Pothineni
  38. 38. July 21,1969- The Eagle Has Landed
    Nadalia Bagratuni
  39. 39. Autumn In July
    (brief renderings) Joe Fazio
  40. 40. Fractured Idioms-July 14,2012
    Lonnie Hicks
  41. 41. In July
    Edward Dowden
  42. 42. Fractured Idioms July 30
    Lonnie Hicks
  43. 43. 4th July 1882, Malines. Midnight
    James Kenneth Stephen
  44. 44. ! July!
    Rema Prasanaa
  45. 45. *930 Ruby Birthstone Of July
    John Knight
  46. 46. ***july 1 2009***giving His Boots A Rest
    Tom J. Mariani
  47. 47. Sonnet: At Ostend, July 22nd 1787
    William Lisle Bowles
  48. 48. Sonnet: July 18th 1787
    William Lisle Bowles
  49. 49. In July
    Sir Henry Newbolt
  50. 50. Fourth Of July Washingtonian Song
    John Pierpont

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  6. Love Year Round, Arabella Baker
  7. My July Love Rush, Putri Misnia Shary Bahri
  8. July Love's, Putri Misnia Shary Bahri
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  10. A Plea From July The 3rd, Jim Yerman

July Poems

  1. Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House, July 18th, 1666

    In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice. That fearful sound of 'fire' and 'fire,' Let no man know is my Desire. I starting up, the light did spy, And to my God my heart did cry To straighten me in my Distress And not to leave me succourless. Then coming out, behold a space The flame consume my dwelling place. And when I could no longer look, I blest his grace that gave and took, That laid my goods now in the dust. Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just. It was his own; it was not mine. Far be it that I should repine, He might of all justly bereft But yet sufficient for us left. When by the Ruins oft I past My sorrowing eyes aside did cast And here and there the places spy Where oft I sate and long did lie. Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest, There lay that store I counted best, My pleasant things in ashes lie And them behold no more shall I. Under the roof no guest shall sit, Nor at thy Table eat a bit. No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lie. Adieu, Adieu, All's Vanity. Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide: And did thy wealth on earth abide, Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust, The arm of flesh didst make thy trust? Raise up thy thoughts above the sky That dunghill mists away may fly. Thou hast a house on high erect Fram'd by that mighty Architect, With glory richly furnished Stands permanent, though this be fled. It's purchased and paid for too By him who hath enough to do. A price so vast as is unknown, Yet by his gift is made thine own. There's wealth enough; I need no more. Farewell, my pelf; farewell, my store. The world no longer let me love; My hope and Treasure lies above.

  2. Inniskeen Road: July Evening

    The bicycles go by in twos and threes - There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night, And there's the half-talk code of mysteries And the wink-and-elbow language of delight. Half-past eight and there is not a spot Upon a mile of road, no shadow thrown That might turn out a man or woman, not A footfall tapping secrecies of stone. I have what every poet hates in spite Of all the solemn talk of contemplation. Oh, Alexander Selkirk knew the plight Of being king and government and nation. A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king Of banks and stones and every blooming thing.

  3. July Fourth By The Ocean

    The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park and playground, this helpless Cataract for power; it lies behind us at heel All docile between this ocean and the other. If flood troubles the lowlands, or earthquake Cracks walls, it is only a slave's blunder or the natural Shudder of a new made slave. Therefore we happy masters about the solstice Light bonfires on the shore and celebrate our power. The bay's necklaced with fire, the bombs make crystal fountains in the air, the rockets Shower swan's-neck over the night water.... I imagined The stars drew apart a little as if from troublesome children, coldly compassionate; But the ocean neither seemed astonished nor in awe: If this had been the little sea that Xerxes whipped, how it would have feared us. Submitted by Holt

  4. Killed Paive--July 8--1918

    Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark. Now in the night you come unsmiling To lie with me A dull, cold, rigid bayonet On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul.