In Elizabeth Bishop's poem, The Fish, her writing makes it easy to imagine the old, battered fish that she catches. The way she describes his skin that "hung in strips like ancient wallpaper" and how he doesn't fight, not at all, makes you feel sorry for him.
In the beginning the way Bishop paints his image he seems old and weak but then the reader is surprised to learn what a fighter this fish must have been. Bishop describes his mouth, that has old pieces of fishing line, with hooks still attatched, grown into his mouth. I think this is the point where she decides to throw him back. It's like she feels that he has made it this far and she doesn't want to be the one to finally capture him.
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