I look forward to October, traditionally the opening month of the trout fishing season in the south, very much, and have done every year since 1953–54. That’s when I first became attracted to, then entranced by, rivers and streams. I found rapture, excitement, mystery and magic there. Which is why, undoubtedly, rivers have kept turning up and running through me and my poems ever since.
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