Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PERCH FISHING, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN

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First Line: On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
Last Line: They did together, never more to do.
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): England; Landscape; Perch (fish); English

ON the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below: but sultry blue
Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards
Behind the miller's elmen floodgate boards,
And there the wasps, that lodge them ill-concealed
In the vole's empty house, still drove afield
To plunder touchwood from old elvish trees
And build their young ones their hutched nurseries;
Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison
Nor had the whisper through the bennets run
Nor weather-wisest bird gone home.
How then
Should wry eels in the pebbled shallows ken
Lightning coming? troubled up they stole
To the deep-shadowed sullen waterhole,
Among whose warty snags the quaint perch lair.

As cunning stole the boy to angle there,
Muffling least tread, with no noise balancing through
The hangdog alder-boughs his bright bamboo.
Down plumbed the shuttled ledger, and the quill
On the quicksilver water lay dead still.

A sharp snatch, swirling to-fro of the line,
He's lost, he's won, with splash and scuffling shine
Past the low-lapping brandy-flowers drawn in,
The ogling hunchback perch with needled fin.
And there beside him one as large as he,
Following his hooked mate careless who shall see
Or what befall him, close and closer yet, --
The startled boy might take him in his net
That folds the other.
Slow, while on the clay
The other flounces, slow he sinks away.

What agony usurps that watery brain
For comradeship of twenty summers slain,
For such delights below the flashing weir
And up the sluice-cut, playing buccaneer
Among the minnows; lolling in hot sun
When bathing vagabonds had drest and done;
Rootling in salty river-moss for meal
And straying greaves, when hushed the trundling wheel;
Snapping the dapping moth, and with new wonder
Prowling through old drowned barges falling asunder.
And still a thousand things the whole year through
They did together, never more to do.

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