Wednesday, December 07, 2005

A Celtic Spirituality - Part II

THE PAPER NAUTILUS
For authorities whose hopes
are shaped by mercenaries?
Writers entrapped by
teatime fame and by
commuters' comforts? Not for these
the paper nautilus
constructs her thin glass shell.
Giving her perishable
souvenir of hope, a dull
white outside and smooth-
edged inner surface
glossy as the sea,
the watchful
maker of it guards it
day and night; she scarcely
eats until the eggs are hatched.
Buried eight-fold in her eight
arms, for she is in
a sense a devil-fish,
her glass ram's
horn-cradled freight
is hid but is not crushed;
as Hercules, bitten
by a crab loyal to the hydra,
was hindered to succeed,
the intensively
watched eggs coming from
the shell free it when they are freed,
--leaving its wasp-nest flaws
of white on white, and close-
laid Ionic chiton-folds
like the lines in the mane of
a Parthenon horse,
round which the arms had
wound themselves as if they knew love
is the only fortress
strong enough to trust to.
~ Marianne Moore

2 comments:

Judith HeartSong said...

that is just incredibly beautiful and something I have not read before. I will need to forward that to our keepers at the Invertebrate house as they will have a great appreciation for it.
Lovely indeed.
judi

Virginia said...

Wow! Where did you find that?
Peace,
Virginia