The Boy Fishing
I am cold and alone.
On my tree-roots sitting as still as stone.
The fish come to my net. I scorned the sun,
The voices on the road, and they have gone.
My eyes are buried in the cold pond, under
The cold, spread leaves; my toughts are silver-wet
I have ten stickleback, a half-day's plunder,
Safe in my jar, I shall have ten more

Question

1. What is a stickleback

2. What is the setting of this poem? Describe it in one sentence.

3. Why must the boy sit still?

4. Why does he scorn the sun and voices?

5. In line 5, what does the word "buried" suggest?

6. How long does the boy plan to remain there?

7. Give the meaning of the word "plunder" as it is used in the poem.

8. How many stickleback does the boy intend to have?

9. Suggest another title for the poem.