Robert Lowell Fishing Quotations

I will catch Christ with a greased worm, And when the Prince of Darkness stalks My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . . On water the Man-Fisher walks.

Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye

Once fishing was a rabbit's foot-- O wind blow cold, O wind blow hot

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.