Do you think "The Fish" by Elizabeth Bishop has anything to say about the way people relate to the natural world?

In
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caught and held out of the water. The narrator, being a creature of land, has enough
understanding of the fish to describe its skin, its gills, the barnacles and parasites clinging
to it, and to think of its "white flesh" packed in its compact frame "like
feathers." Then the narrator notices the fish's most important feature:

...and then I saw
that from his lower lip
-- if
you could call it a lip --
grim, wet, and weaponlike,
hung five old pieces of
fish-line,
or four and a wire leader
with the swivel still
attached,
with all their five big hooks
grown firmly in his
mouth.
(Bishop, "The Fish," poets.org)

To the fish, these hooks are a mark of escape from predation; to the narrator, the
hooks are a symbol of triumph over adversity, of victory over a much more powerful and
intelligent force. Through its sheer will, the fish has survived being hooked so many times;
that the narrator has caught it now speaks less for her own prowess than to the fish's age and
the eventual entropy of all things. Man and fish live in equilibrium but not harmony, as fish
are weaker and unable to reason; the narrator admires the fish -- and through the fish, all of
nature -- for its natural will to survive, and the slight pains that teach it how to live
without being killed by man. Because of this, the narrator finds herself thinking on the
man-made boat, with its gasoline and engine "until everything was rainbow" (the
characteristic sheen of gas on water) and about how she, and all mankind, cannot survive in the
natural world without artificial constructions.