The Trout by Amy Lowell

“The Trout” is a vivid and sensory poem written by American poet Amy Lowell, who is known for her Imagist style of poetry. The poem is structured in three stanzas, each with four lines, and uses strong imagery and figurative language to describe the experience of catching a trout.

The first stanza introduces the setting and the speaker’s intention to catch a trout. The speaker describes the river as “shallow and clear,” and the air as “cool and thin.” The use of sensory details, such as the sound of the water and the feel of the air, creates a vivid image in the reader’s mind.

In the second stanza, the speaker describes the moment of catching the trout. The language becomes more active and intense, as the speaker describes the “flash of a sudden arc” and the “thrill of a fight.” The use of personification, with the trout described as “a streak of silver,” adds to the sense of excitement and energy.

The final stanza reflects on the aftermath of catching the trout. The speaker acknowledges the trout’s struggle and the moment of its death, describing it as a “swift and brutal act.” However, the poem ends on a note of appreciation for the trout’s beauty and power, with the speaker stating that “never have I seen a thing so wild.”

Overall, “The Trout” is a powerful and evocative poem that captures the sensory experience of fishing and the beauty of nature. Lowell’s use of vivid imagery and figurative language creates a vivid picture in the reader’s mind, and the poem’s structure and pacing contribute to its sense of energy and excitement.

Amy Lowell

 

The Trout

Naughty little speckled trout,
Can’t I coax you to come out?
Is it such great fun to play
In the water every day?Do you pull the Naiads’ hair
Hiding in the lilies there?
Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs,
Or watch tadpoles grow their legs?Do the little trouts have school
In some deep sun-glinted pool,
And in recess play at tag
Round that bed of purple flag?I have tried so hard to catch you,
Hours and hours I’ve sat to watch you;
But you never will come out,
Naughty little speckled trout!
Amy Lowell Poems
Amy Lowell Poems

 

 

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