THE FISH
wadethrough black jade.Of the crow-blue mussel shells, onekeepsadjusting the ash heaps;opening and shutting itself likeaninjured fan.The barnacles which encrust thesideof the wave, cannot hidethere for the submerged shafts of thesun,split like spunglass, move themselves with spotlike swift-nessinto the crevices—in and out, illuminatingtheturquoise seaof bodies. The water drives awedgeof iron through the iron edgeof the cliff, whereupon the stars,pinkrice grains, inkbespattered jelly-fish, crabs likegreenlilies and submarinetoadstools, slide each on the other.Allexternalmarks of abuse are present onthisdefiant edifice—all the physical features ofac-cident—lackof cornice, dynamite grooves, burnsandhatchet strokes, these things standout on it; the chasm side isdead.Repeatedevidence has proved that it canliveon what cannot reviveits youth. The sea grows old in it.
wadethrough black jade.Of the crow-blue mussel shells, onekeepsadjusting the ash heaps;opening and shutting itself likeaninjured fan.The barnacles which encrust thesideof the wave, cannot hidethere for the submerged shafts of thesun,split like spunglass, move themselves with spotlike swift-nessinto the crevices—in and out, illuminatingtheturquoise seaof bodies. The water drives awedgeof iron through the iron edgeof the cliff, whereupon the stars,pinkrice grains, inkbespattered jelly-fish, crabs likegreenlilies and submarinetoadstools, slide each on the other.Allexternalmarks of abuse are present onthisdefiant edifice—all the physical features ofac-cident—lackof cornice, dynamite grooves, burnsandhatchet strokes, these things standout on it; the chasm side isdead.Repeatedevidence has proved that it canliveon what cannot reviveits youth. The sea grows old in it.
wadethrough black jade.Of the crow-blue mussel shells, onekeepsadjusting the ash heaps;opening and shutting itself like
aninjured fan.The barnacles which encrust thesideof the wave, cannot hidethere for the submerged shafts of the
sun,split like spunglass, move themselves with spotlike swift-nessinto the crevices—in and out, illuminating
theturquoise seaof bodies. The water drives awedgeof iron through the iron edgeof the cliff, whereupon the stars,
pinkrice grains, inkbespattered jelly-fish, crabs likegreenlilies and submarinetoadstools, slide each on the other.
Allexternalmarks of abuse are present onthisdefiant edifice—all the physical features of
ac-cident—lackof cornice, dynamite grooves, burnsandhatchet strokes, these things standout on it; the chasm side is
dead.Repeatedevidence has proved that it canliveon what cannot reviveits youth. The sea grows old in it.