Fishing by moonlight (Walden 124)

“In warm evenings I frequently sat in the boat playing the flute, and saw the perch, which I seem to have charmed, hovering around me, and the moon travelling over the ribbed bottom, which was strewed with the wrecks of the forest.” — Henry David Thoreau, from “The Ponds,” Walden

James Galway on flute, playing Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat major (Op. 9, No. 2). Published in 1832, it’s possible that Thoreau knew this composition.

The video also includes Galway playing Debussy’s “Reverie,” which was composed well after Thoreau’s lifetime, but who here is going to complain about a gratuitous Debussy piece?

Do you have the music playing? Good. Now you can read on. The Chopin nocturne is peaceful until about three-and-a-half minutes in, when it suddenly grows more passionate. We’ll say that’s when Henry catches a fish, and it bursts from the water at the end of his line with a flutter of notes before the nocturne resolves itself like ripples in a pond.

Then you can listen to Debussy while thinking about Thoreau’s second fish:

“Sometimes, after staying in a village parlor till the family had all retired, I have returned to the woods, and, partly with a view to the next day’s dinner, spent the hours of midnight fishing from a boat by moonlight, serenaded by owls and foxes, and hearing, from time to time, the creaking note of some unknown bird close at hand.

“These experiences were very memorable and valuable to me — anchored in forty feet of water, and twenty or thirty rods from the shore, surrounded sometimes by thousands of small perch and shiners, dimpling the surface with their tails in the moonlight, and communicating by a long flaxen line with mysterious nocturnal fishes which had their dwelling forty feet below, or sometimes dragging sixty feet of line about the pond as I drifted in the gentle night breeze, now and then feeling a slight vibration along it, indicative of some life prowling about its extremity, of dull uncertain blundering purpose there, and slow to make up its mind.

“At length you slowly raise, pulling hand over hand, some horned pout squeaking and squirming to the upper air. It was very queer, especially in dark nights, when your thoughts had wandered to vast and cosmogonal themes in other spheres, to feel this faint jerk, which came to interrupt your dreams and link you to Nature again. It seemed as if I might next cast my line upward into the air, as well as downward into this element, which was scarcely more dense. Thus I caught two fishes as it were with one hook.”

(About  “A Year in Walden”)

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2 thoughts on “Fishing by moonlight (Walden 124)

  1. buddy71

    often in the summer and other times of the year when it is mild outside, i will sleep outside. i often will hear the sounds of the night as the star fill sky becomes my viewing attention. this time of the year, if i spend it sleeping outside, the crickets, toads/frogs will be my listening companions. i often think of being thoreau in my own little world much like he was in his own little world like when i read this section.

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