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'We will carry them home like the weight of guilt'

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There's lots of fine writing about fly fishing, from A River Runs Through It on down, but good old pole-and-bobber fishing gets short shrift.  Here's a bobber-fishing poem by P Ivan Young, who lives in Nebraska. It's from his book Smell of Salt, Ghost of Rain, from BrickHouse Books.
 
 

FISHING FOR BREAM

by P Ivan Young

 

 
We sit on the spillway,
the red and white bobbers
lilted by the wind, while
some force beneath the water
 
brings everything to attention,
the tight line, the echoed rings
conjuring tension inside us.
And when I touch the rod,
 
a living strangeness, a quivering
unseen tugs at my imagination,
not receiving but sending
some impulse down the line,
 
into the muddy water,
and when the sunfish erupts
I've made the spangles of water
the verdant scales, the shudder
 
of tail fin and light. We build fish
all afternoon, threading hooks,
looping line into a tight noose,
running gills down the stringer
 
into an opalescent chain
of glimmering emerald bodies.
Soon our mothers will call
with their icy vodka voices
 
and we will carry them home
like the weight of guilt,
but for now night closes around us.

Poem reprinted by permission of P.Ivan Young and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2018 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 04-2006.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by the Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright © 2015 by P Ivan Young, 'Fishing for Bream,' from Smell of Salt, Ghost of Rain, (BrickHouse Books, 2015).

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 11th Apr 2018 16:41

Never take a brown MCN. They’re too precious

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 11th Apr 2018 15:52

These lines bring to mind my own guilt feelings when as a boy, I landed a brown trout from a mill-side weir pool only to face my mother's distaste and to find the fish was laden with young that were denied life beyond a mother caught
and killed while trying to feed herself and them. I never
returned to fish that stream.

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