Ho, time to fish again! And I shall go Where attic coffers yield an overflow Of boots and creels, old clothes and books of flies And thoughts of snow-fed streams; the bluest skies And alder thickets bursting leaves; the feel Of tugging speckled beauties on the reel ... Untangling last year's lines, left all awry, I crisscross them from beam to beam to dry— Glad, glad to fish again with blossomed spring And dreams—a thousand ice-loosed dreams! I smile And say, "With fishing good, outdoors will bring Forgetfulness and peace." And all the while There is much more. When I unjoint my rod My soul has caught a rapturous glimpse of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |