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Elizabeth Bishop reads her poem, The Fish, which can be interpreted on many levels, the balance of man and nature, even as a metaphor for the art of writing poetry:
The poem is filled with the strain of seeing – not just the unrelenting pressure of making similes to "capture" the fish, but the fact that the similes themselves involve flawed instruments of vision, stained wallpaper, scratched isinglass, tarnished tinfoil. This is why, on some readings, the poem has the air of summoning up a creature from the speaker’s own inner depths – the surviving nonhuman resources of an earlier creation, glimpsed painfully through the depredations of time and the various frail instruments we devise, historically, to see them. David Kalstone (1989) Source (With Further Interpretations)
Our Open Link provides us with the opportunity to write a promptless poem, to plumb the depths of consciousness and present our own visions in the form of poetry. All are welcome to participate. Every contribution is valued and all comments greatly appreciated.