书城英文图书Door into the Dark
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第6章 The Salmon Fisher to the Salmon

The ridged lip set upstream, you flail

Inland again, your exile in the sea

Unconditionally cancelled by the pull

Of your home water's gravity.

And I stand in the centre, casting.

The river cramming under me reflects

Slung gaff and net and a white wrist flicking

Flies well-dressed with tint and fleck.

Walton thought garden worms, perfumed

By oil crushed from dark ivy berries

The lure that took you best, but here you come

To grief through hunger in your eyes.

Ripples arrowing beyond me,

The current strumming water up my leg,

Involved in water's choreography

I go, like you, by gleam and drag

And will strike when you strike, to kill.

We're both annihilated on the fly.

You can't resist a gullet full of steel.

I will turn home, fish-smelling, scaly.