The Angler (verse)
Peach, Arthur Wallace
122 THE COMMONWEAL June 5, 1929 The Angler He caught a phrase as one would catch a trout And played it zestfully round and about. He watched its iridescent beauty shine, A spray of color...
...He drew it netward with a gesture deft, Tamed to his will, without a wiggle left...
...Arthur Wallace Peach...
...He watched its iridescent beauty shine, A spray of color tangled on a line...
Vol. 10 • June 1929 • No. 5
