Dave Lilly Poem by Joyce Kilmer

Dave Lilly

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There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout,
But there's nothing there now but minnows; they say it is all fished out.
I fished there many a Summer day some twenty years ago,
And I never quit without getting a mess of a dozen or so.

There was a man, Dave Lilly, who lived on the North Adams road,
And he spent all his time fishing, while his neighbors reaped and sowed.
He was the luckiest fisherman in the Berkshire hills, I think.
And when he didn't go fishing he'd sit in the tavern and drink.

Well, Dave is dead and buried and nobody cares very much;
They have no use in Greylock for drunkards and loafers and such.
But I always liked Dave Lilly, he was pleasant as you could wish;
He was shiftless and good-for-nothing, but he certainly could fish.

The other night I was walking up the hill from Williamstown
And I came to the brook I mentioned,
and I stopped on the bridge and sat down.
I looked at the blackened water with its little flecks of white
And I heard it ripple and whisper in the still of the Summer night.

And after I'd been there a minute it seemed to me I could feel
The presence of someone near me, and I heard the hum of a reel.
And the water was churned and broken, and something was brought to land
By a twist and flirt of a shadowy rod in a deft and shadowy hand.

I scrambled down to the brookside and hunted all about;
There wasn't a sign of a fisherman; there wasn't a sign of a trout.
But I heard somebody chuckle behind the hollow oak
And I got a whiff of tobacco like Lilly used to smoke.

It's fifteen years, they tell me, since anyone fished that brook;
And there's nothing in it but minnows that nibble the bait off your hook.
But before the sun has risen and after the moon has set
I know that it's full of ghostly trout for Lilly's ghost to get.

I guess I'll go to the tavern and get a bottle of rye
And leave it down by the hollow oak, where Lilly's ghost went by.
I meant to go up on the hillside and try to find his grave
And put some flowers on it -- but this will be better for Dave.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bob Macchia 21 April 2013

Wonderful poem about an old acquaintance who seemed to be nothing but a drunk.

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Dr Antony Theodore 13 July 2020

And there's nothing in it but minnows that nibble the bait off your hook. But before the sun has risen and after the moon has set I know that it's full of ghostly trout for Lilly's ghost to get. very good poem.... Lilly's Ghost. tony

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doman 13 July 2020

Nice...online103

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Mahtab Bangalee 13 July 2020

excellently crafted the life of Dave Lilly in heart-touching sense, it's not dirge but like a dirge it makes me shocking about the fisherman life…..I enjoyed and pleasure to read

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 July 2020

About 20 years ago! ! ! ! Something was brought to the land. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ramesh T A 13 July 2020

Serving a drink to Dave Lilly is best tribute by the Poet indeed! Nice narration in a nostalgic way! thanks for sharing!

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This poem reminds me of the old man and the sea but this is somewhat different with touching scene of ghostly thing of a soul who was so much obsessed with fishing....... Very well crafted....10

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Harley White 13 July 2020

Wonderfully written as are all of Kilmer's poems...

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