Great Regulars: The first time I read Leigh Hunt's

"The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit"--I must have been in college--I remember doing a double-take. A poem involving a crabby dialogue between a fish and a man stood out radically from the field of English Romantic poetry I was reading then, wherein a man immersed in a landscape typically falls into a quiet meditation.

from Slate: Surf and Turf

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