I'm so out of my depth here.
I found Rhina's comments as fascinating as the poem, and I can only imagine what it must be like to be such an accomplished poet and such an intelligent reader.
I just want to say I enjoyed the poem very much, particularly things like:
"...when hope took luck in hand..."
and
"He never had much bother trying to fill
his creel and every season took a quota
of salmon from the Moy." (and I loved the quota/Minnesota rhyme.)
Nope, no chopped liver here.
Bill
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