This feels like reading two short poems back to back since the style, narrative, and perspective changes from third to first. There's something about this poem that forces a connection, and I think that's what this poem attempts to do, I imagine. So the first sentence of the first stanza situates the reader. "The cowled fisherman / balances up to his waist /at the center of the Waterworks lake. Logistically speaking, I didn't think about waterworks lake, but rather this pastoral image of a fisherman just going out there doing what he does. "How bold was he, how tentative / he stepped from the shore / and made the world his circle." he second sentence feels like a set-up for a strong metaphor about life and letting the world in in a new change of scenery. But this poem doesn't end here, "Now he may cast / extravagantly in every direction." Situated and searching in a bold new area. If the first stanza was alone, I'd think it'd be out...
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