tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580682852993585427.post92570848062949593..comments2023-10-23T12:32:16.375-05:00Comments on Real Energy: All the fishChris Dudleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14124764472206647347noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580682852993585427.post-35258238127024346672008-01-24T21:00:00.000-05:002008-01-24T21:00:00.000-05:00Thanks for the poem. I was not aware of it or the...Thanks for the poem. I was not aware of it or the poet.Chris Dudleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14124764472206647347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580682852993585427.post-48606711614619278152008-01-21T22:42:00.000-05:002008-01-21T22:42:00.000-05:00To A FishJames Henry Leigh HuntYou strange, astoni...To A Fish<BR/><BR/>James Henry Leigh Hunt<BR/><BR/>You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced,<BR/>Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea,<BR/>Gulping salt water everlastingly,<BR/>Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced,<BR/>And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste;<BR/>And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be—<BR/>Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry,<BR/>Legless, unmoving, infamously chaste:<BR/><BR/>O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights,<BR/>What is’t ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?<BR/>How do ye vary your vile days and nights?<BR/>How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles<BR/>In ceaseless wash? Still naught but gapes and bites,<BR/>And drinks and stares, diversified with boggles?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com