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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONG IN SEASON, by ROBERTA ROBERTSON First Line: Ho, time to fish again! And I shall go Last Line: My soul has caught a rapturous glimpse of god. Subject(s): Fish & Fishing; Nature - Religious Aspects | |||
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...LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE STORM by ANNA A. ARMBRUSTER IN THE HIGH HILLS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE HILL-BORN by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT THE DESERTED PASTURE by BLISS CARMAN PRESIDIO HILL by JOHN VANCE CHENEY A MOTHER SPEAKS by ROBERTA ROBERTSON |
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