Sunday, May 03, 2009

Fly Fishing Poetry and Quotes

Here are a few of my favorites....enjoy

The Song Of Wandering Aengus
By William Butler Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream and caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lads and hilly lands.
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass, and pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

John Gay in Rural Sports

Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Le me, less cruel, cast feathered hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with fur-wrought fly delude the pray.

More From WB Yeats

Where the wandering water
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the worlds more full of
than you can understand.
excerpt from " The Stolen Child"
W.B. Yeats

Only those become weary of angling
that bring nothing to it but the idea of
catching fish.

Rafael Sabatini

Angling is tightly woven in a fabric of
moral, social, and philosophical threads
which are not easily rent by the violent
climate of our times.
A.J. McClane

Angling is somewhat like Poetry, men are to be born so...
Izaak Walton

The true angler is generally a modest
Thaddeus Norris

If, as I suspect trout fishing is somewhat
of a disease, then it is also somewhat of
a therapy in itself.
Tom Sutcliffe M.D.


  1. Here's another for you:

    It doesn’t even get away,
    The Big Fish, but -

    Year after year of snow’s
    Melting and plunging toward ocean -

    It swims deep
    And deeper, as I cast, and casts
    Into depths, among shadows, a shadow I
    See always and
    Always downstream from
    My long and longer - as the day
    Grows shorter - own.

    -Ralph Salisbury

  2. The Yeats poem (first one) was beautiful and new to me. This is why I love your blog. Inspiration and beauty. The Sabatini quote rings true and supports some of the views both you and I share.

    Thank you for this!

  3. "...tis not a proud desire of mine; I ask for nothing superfine; no heavy weight, no salmon great, to break the record or my line: Only an idle little stream whose amber waters softly gleam, where I may wade, through woodland shade, and cast the fly, and loaf and dream.
    Only a trout or two, to dart from foaming pools, and try my art: no more I'm wishing, old-fashioned fishing, and just a day on nature's heart." -- An Angler's Wish by Henry Van Dyke.

  4. Spring Cleaning
    A chill has set itself apart,
    from ones for months you've fought.
    You feel your heart skip a beat,
    In the midst of what its sought.
    The work, the bills, the overtime,
    they seem so far away.
    The will of men in suits and ties,
    of no concern today.
    There's a taste upon the breeze,
    A smell upon the ground.
    You pause to hear the stream ahead,
    sing its lonesome sound.
    Within your soul, there comes a change,
    A blessed peace within.
    The grime and grit of life gives way,
    And your alive again.
    Hopes and dreams of years gone by,
    Fade like clearing skies
    The moment is what matters now,
    And if a trout will rise.
    -Mark Binegar-