Written by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)The writer was born in Worcester, Massachusettsin 1911, and died October 6, 1979.The FishI caught a tremendous fishand held him beside the boathalf out of water, with my hookfast in a corner of its mouth.He didn’t fight.He hadn’t fought at all.He hung a grunting weight,battered and venerableand homely. Here and therehis brown skin hung in stripslike ancient
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