Sea-Trout and Butterfish

by William Carlos Williams
The contours and the shine
hold the eye—caught and lying

orange-finned and the two
half its size, pout-mouthed

beside it on the white dish—
Silver scales, the weight

quick tails
whipping the streams aslant—

The eye comes down eagerly
unravelled of the sea

separates this from that
and the fine fins' sharp spines
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