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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507814" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drunken Fisherman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wallowing in this bloody sty,<br>I cast for fish that pleased my eye<br>(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends<br>No pots of gold to weight its ends);<br>Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout<br>Rose to my bait. They flopped about<br>My canvas creel until the moth<br>Corrupted its unstable cloth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A calendar to tell the day;<br>A handkerchief to wave away<br>The gnats; a couch unstuffed with storm<br>Pouching a bottle in one arm;<br>A whiskey bottle full of worms;<br>And bedroom slacks: are these fit terms<br>To mete the worm whose molten rage<br>Boils in the belly of old age?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once fishing was a rabbit's foot--<br>O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot,<br>Let suns stay in or suns step out:<br>Life danced a jig on the sperm-whale's spout--<br>The fisher's fluent and obscene<br>Catches kept his conscience clean.<br>Children, the raging memory drools<br>Over the glory of past pools.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the hot river, ebbing, hauls<br>Its bloody waters into holes;<br>A grain of sand inside my shoe<br>Mimics the moon that might undo<br>Man and Creation too; remorse,<br>Stinking, has puddled up its source;<br>Here tantrums thrash to a whale's rage.<br>This is the pot-hole of old age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is there no way to cast my hook<br>Out of this dynamited brook?<br>The Fisher's sons must cast about<br>When shallow waters peter out.<br>I will catch Christ with a greased worm,<br>And when the Prince of Darkness stalks<br>My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . .<br>On water the Man-Fisher walks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Lowell">Robert Lowell</a><div class=q>
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I cast for fish that pleased my eye
(Truly Jehovah's bow suspends
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow trout
Rose to my bait. They flopped about
My canvas creel until the moth
Corrupted ..."></div>
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