i caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat,half out of water,with his my hook fast in a corner of his mouth

bishop describes the fish in 3 ways

battered and venerable and homely

here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper

i thought of the course white flesh packed in like feathers

and the pink swim bladder like a big peoney

like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering a five haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching jaw.

until everything was rainbow rainbow rainbow!And I let the fish go.

the first line in first death in Novia Scotia

in the cold cold polar my mother laid out Author beneath the chronographs

methophore of the frozen lake

oh his white, frozen lake, the marble-topped table. His breast was deep and white cold and carressable.

Arthur's coffin was a little frosted cake, and the red eyed loon eyed it from his white, frozen lake.

Jack frost had dropped the brush and left him white, forever.

but how could Arthur go, clutching his tiny lily, with his eyes shut up so tight and the roads deep in snow?

first line of The Blight

on my birthday at low tide like how sheer the water is, white, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare

rhythm of the oil dredger

the little ocher dredge........plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves

the birds are outsize. Pelicans crash into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard, it seems to me, like pickaxes.

the relentless nature of the boats

the flowy sponge boats keep coming in with the obliging air of retrievers

first line of in the waiting room

in Worcester Massachusetts i went with aunt Consuelo to keep her dentists appointment

the area that surrounds her

the waiting room full of grown up people,artics and overcoats

the inside of a volcano black and full of ashes then it was spilling out in rivulet's of fire

black naked women with necks round and round with wire like the necks of light bulbs

i we were falling,falling our eyes glued to the cover of the national geographic feburary 1918

CRITICS ON THE FIRST DEATH IN NOVIA SCOTIA

Helen Vendler that the structure of the poem follows "the bewildered eye of the gazing child trying to put together all the information"

CRITICS ON THE WAITING ROOM

the simultaneous reaslation of selfhood and awful otherness of the inevitable world

The critic Aurther Miller has suggested that the disorder in the vehicles conveys the disorder in bishops mind

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Question	Answer
the first line	i caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat,half out of water,with his my hook fast in a corner of his mouth
bishop describes the fish in 3 ways	battered and venerable and homely
wallpaper quote	here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper and its pattern of darker brown was like wallpaper
flesh quote	i thought of the course white flesh packed in like feathers
flower quote	and the pink swim bladder like a big peoney
madalions quote	like medals with their ribbons frayed and wavering a five haired beard of wisdom trailing from his aching jaw.
repitiotion	until everything was rainbow rainbow rainbow!And I let the fish go.
where is the poem set	key west Florida 1930s
the first line in first death in Novia Scotia	in the cold cold polar my mother laid out Author beneath the chronographs
methophore of the frozen lake	oh his white, frozen lake, the marble-topped table. His breast was deep and white cold and carressable.
sweet treat metaphor	Arthur's coffin was a little frosted cake, and the red eyed loon eyed it from his white, frozen lake.
a doll	he was all white,like a doll
jack frost quote	Jack frost had dropped the brush and left him white, forever.
last line of ns	but how could Arthur go, clutching his tiny lily, with his eyes shut up so tight and the roads deep in snow?
first line of The Blight	on my birthday at low tide like how sheer the water is, white, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
rhythm of the oil dredger	the little ocher dredge........plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves
violent pelicans	the birds are outsize. Pelicans crash into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard, it seems to me, like pickaxes.
pelicans	humorous elbowings
the relentless nature of the boats	the flowy sponge boats keep coming in with the obliging air of retrievers
children's noises	click. click. Goes the dredge
first line of in the waiting room	in Worcester Massachusetts i went with aunt Consuelo to keep her dentists appointment
the area that surrounds her	the waiting room full of grown up people,artics and overcoats
the volcano	the inside of a volcano black and full of ashes then it was spilling out in rivulet's of fire
lightbuld	black naked women with necks round and round with wire like the necks of light bulbs
falling	i we were falling,falling our eyes glued to the cover of the national geographic feburary 1918
CRITICS ON THE FIRST DEATH IN NOVIA SCOTIA	Helen Vendler that the structure of the poem follows "the bewildered eye of the gazing child trying to put together all the information"
CRITICS ON THE WAITING ROOM	the simultaneous reaslation of selfhood and awful otherness of the inevitable world
CRITICS ON THE BIGHT	The critic Aurther Miller has suggested that the disorder in the vehicles conveys the disorder in bishops mind

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