I want to die in the saddle. An enemy of civilization I want to walk around in the woods, fish and drink. I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it, I was born this way and it makes me very happy to fish and drink. I left when it was still dark and walked on the path to the river, the Yellow Dog, where I spent the day fishing and drinking. After she left me and I quit my job and wept for a year and all my poems were born dead, I decided I would only fish and drink. Water will never leave earth and whiskey is good for the brain. What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish and drink? In the river was a trout, and I was on the bank, my heart in my chest, clouds above, she was in NY forever and I, fishing and drinking. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN TWELVE SONNETS: 6 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A MOTH FOUND ON THE FLOOR by EDNA M. BECKER |