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There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!
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Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Fishing on The Susquehanna in July - Billy Collins
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by
Billy Collins (1941 -)
I have
never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on
any river for that matter
to be
perfectly honest.
Not in
July or any month
have I
had the pleasure -- if it is a pleasure --
of
fishing on the Susquehanna.
I am
more likely to be found
in a
quiet room like this one --
a
painting of a woman on the wall,
a bowl
of tangerines on the table --
trying
to manufacture the sensation
of
fishing on the Susquehanna.
There
is little doubt
that
others have been fishing
on the
Susquehanna,
rowing
upstream in a wooden boat,
sliding
the oars under the water
then
raising them to drip in the light.
But the
nearest I have ever come to
fishing
on the Susquehanna
was one
afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia,
when I
balanced a little egg of time
in
front of a painting
in
which that river curled around a bend
under a
blue cloud-ruffled sky,
dense
trees along the banks,
and a
fellow with a red bandana
sitting
in a small, green
flat-bottom
boat
holding
the thin whip of a pole.
That is
something I am unlikely
ever to
do, I remember
saying
to myself and the person next to me.
Then I
blinked and moved on
to
other American scenes
of
haystacks, water whitening over rocks,
even
one of a brown hare
who
seemed so wired with alertness
I
imagined him springing right out of the frame.
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