The Jelly Fish (verse)
Coffin, Robert P Tristram
The Jelly Fish Had God no other heart but this To show the beauty that is He, This single, cold heart were enough, Solitary in the sea. Here are the chorals of the tides, The music of the far...
...The power that throws up the surf Of stars unborn on outer space Shows as surely in this veined Creature which is opal lace...
...The circles where the planets make A year seem comely as an hour Are no surer than the whorl Of the edge of this live flower...
...Robert P. Tristram Coffin...
...Here are the chorals of the tides, The music of the far moon's might, Here the processionals of day And here recessionals of night...
...Yearning and repletion shape This systole and this diastole, And in this frail transparency God moves essentially and whole...
...The white volcanoes of a sun Ten million hissing furlongs hurled Are repeated in this pulse, This cool heart-beat of a world...
Vol. 11 • April 1930 • No. 25
