The poem
The first fish I ever caught would not lie down quiet in the pail but flailed and sucked at the burning amazement of the air and died in the slow pouring off of rainbows. Later I opened his body and separated the flesh from the bones and ate him. Now the sea is in me: I am the fish, the fish glitters in me; we are risen, tangled together, certain to fall back to the sea. Out of pain, and pain, and more pain we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished by the mystery.
to jeffery and ben--what poems don't suck in your opinion? i like this poem because it's about death....
You are what you eat!
i seemed to think that the poem was about perhaps and instance wihich occured earlier in her life, or perhaps the fish was representative of someone she loved, or maybe even herself. what do others think?