Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл)

The Trout


Naughty little speckled trout,
Can’t I coax you to come out?
Is it such great fun to play
In the water every day?
Do you pull the Naiads’ hair
Hiding in the lilies there?
Do you hunt for fishes’ eggs,
Or watch tadpoles grow their legs?
Do the little trouts have school
In some deep sun-glinted pool,
And in recess play at tag
Round that bed of purple flag?
I have tried so hard to catch you,
Hours and hours I’ve sat to watch you;
But you never will come out,
Naughty little speckled trout!

Amy Lowell’s other poems:

  1. The Fool Errant
  2. The Cyclists
  3. To Elizabeth Ward Perkins
  4. The Paper Windmill
  5. Francis II, King of Naples

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