Trolling for Blues by Richard Wilbur

Excerpted from an article in Magill’s Survey of American Literature, Revised Edition

First published: 1987 (collected in New and Collected Poems, 1987)

Type of work: Poem

The Work

“Trolling for Blues” could be styled a work whose metaphor takes over the poem and changes it into something other than what it started out to be. It is written in a five-line stanza of loose pentameters without rhyme. As it begins the poet talks to himself about metaphors: The “dapper terns” and the cloud that “moils in the sky” like an embryo are seen in human terms—humanity is projected upon them. (Only a person could be “dapper.”) Wilbur then analyzes his fish-is-like-man metaphor. Humans make the fish, he points out, a “mirror of our kind.” Immediately he begins to mock the poet in everyone: The fish is human only if, he says, one sets aside the fish’s “unreflectiveness,” his habit of leaping up out of the water, and his strange practice of swimming a hundred miles out to sea to spawn.

One conceives of the fish, the poet says, as blue, “which is the shade/ Of thought.” He becomes at this point a symbol of the intellect “on edge! To lunge and seize with sure incisiveness.” The fish, however, does not cooperate with the poet; suddenly he strikes the lure and dives into the deep, “Yanking imagination back and down/ Past recognition” to the dark places at the bottom of the water. There the fish becomes a symbol of the unconscious, of the place where there is no intellect. He is also a symbol of the evolutionary past—the dark, mindless Devonian age when there were no people. This is where humanity began, coming up from the depths to find the cool, blue intellect.

This poem, then, by a whimsical, circuitous route, mocking the poetic power that created it, sets up an allegory of human psychology. This fact begins to explain the title—as usual in Wilbur, a play on words. If one thinks of the fish as “blue,” one is trolling for “blues,” but if one thinks of the fish as intellect, one is trolling for a kind of melancholy reflection; the reader catches the idea that humankind’s “roots” are far from intellectual, that its beginnings are at the bottom of the sea in “the unlit deep/ Of the glass sponges, of chiasmodon.” The poem also reveals the dangerous human habit of projecting humanity onto things which only remotely resemble humans: In humanizing everything, it may be that one begins to fail to understand one’s own humanity.

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