To Fishermen

By Carol Frost b. 1948 Carol Frost
No more savage art: filleting: a deft pressure along the

from tail fan to the red gills: fighting mystery with a
       honed blade

through the small bones: salt and scales on face and
       hands:: the Greek God,

as well, found flesh unmysterious, but in anger and

seagull cries, your music, are all about you: Apollonian
       but hungrier: nature is hungry::

the brave fish dies the birds swoop for the insides in no
      lovelier spirals.

Source: Poetry (March 2005).


This poem originally appeared in the March 2005 issue of Poetry magazine

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March 2005
 Carol  Frost


Carol Frost was born in 1948 in Lowell, Massachusetts. She studied at the Sorbonne and earned degrees from the State University of Oneonta and Syracuse University. The author of numerous collections of poetry, including Entwined: Three Lyric Sequences (2014), Honeycomb: Poems (2010), The Queen’s Desertion (2006), I Will Say Beauty (2003), Love and Scorn: New and Selected Poems (2000), and the chapbook The Salt Lesson (1976), she . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Nature, Sports & Outdoor Activities, The Body, Animals, Activities

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Poetic Terms Imagery, Epistle

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