The Fish
by Marianne Moore
wade
through black jade.
Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps
adjusting the ash-heaps;
opening and shutting itself like
an
injured fan.
The barnacles which encrust the side
of the wave, cannot hide
there for the submerged shafts of the
sun,
split like spun
glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness
into the crevices—
in and out, illuminating
the
turquoise sea
of bodies. The water drives a wedge
of iron through the iron edge
of the cliff; whereupon the stars,
pink
rice-grains, ink-
bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green
lilies, and submarine
toadstools, slide each on the other.
All
external
marks of abuse are present on this
defiant edifice—
all the physical features of
ac-
cident—lack
of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and
hatchet strokes, these things stand
out on it; the chasm-side is
dead.
Repeated
evidence has proved that it can live
on what can not revive
its youth. The sea grows old in it.
Marianne Moore (1887–1972) was a leading American modernist poet known for her linguistic precision, moral wit, and vivid observations of animals, art, and nature. Born in Missouri and educated at Bryn Mawr, she published Poems (1921) and Observations (1924), establishing her distinctive syllabic style. Editor of The Dial and mentor to Elizabeth Bishop, Moore won the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award for Collected Poems (1951). This poem is in the public domain.
