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FURTHER READING
Poems about Fish
Ennui
by Marianne Moore
Flying Fish: An Ode [excerpt]
by Charles Wharton Stork
Goldfish Are Ordinary
by Stacie Cassarino
The Fish
by Marianne Moore
The Fish
by Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit
by Leigh Hunt
Thumping
by William Corbett
Your Catfish Friend
by Richard Brautigan
Poems for Kids
Antigonish [I met a man who wasn't there]
by Hughes Mearns
At the Zoo
by William Makepeace Thackeray
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
by Jack Prelutsky
Bleezer's Ice Cream
by Jack Prelutsky
Clouds
by Christina Rossetti
Dream Variations
by Langston Hughes
Eletelephony
by Laura Elizabeth Richards
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)
by Emily Dickinson
Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll
maggie and milly and molly and may
by E. E. Cummings
Mary's Lamb
by Sarah Josepha Hale
Mother Doesn't Want a Dog
by Judith Viorst
Mr. Grumpledump's Song
by Shel Silverstein
My Shadow
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Nonsense Alphabet
by Edward Lear
Sick
by Shel Silverstein
Since Hannah Moved Away
by Judith Viorst
The Crocodile
by Lewis Carroll
The Duel
by Eugene Field
The Eagle
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
The Good Moolly Cow [excerpt]
by Eliza Lee Follen
The Land of Counterpane
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The Purple Cow
by Gelett Burgess
The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe, read by Anne Waldman
The Tyger
by William Blake
We never know how high we are (1176)
by Emily Dickinson
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
by Eugene Field
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Fishmonger

 
by Marsden Hartley

I have taken scales from off  
The cheeks of the moon.  
I have made fins from bluejays' wings,  
I have made eyes from damsons in the shadow.  
I have taken flushes from the peachlips in the sun.
From all these I have made a fish of heaven for you,  
Set it swimming on a young October sky.  
I sit on the bank of the stream and watch  
The grasses in amazement  
As they turn to ashy gold. 
Are the fishes from the rainbow  
Still beautiful to you,  
For whom they are made,  
For whom I have set them,  
Swimming?



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