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    Friday poem: Submarine Mountains

    • 30 November 2012
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    Here’s another poem by Cale Young Rice. It made me think of how albatross can follow the unseen ridges of undersea mountains to find food in the currents there.

    Submarine Mountains – Cale Young Rice

    Under the sea, which is their sky, they rise
    To watery altitudes as vast as those
    Of far Himalayan peaks impent in snows
    And veils of cloud and sacred deep repose.
    Under the sea, their flowing firmament,
    More dark than any ray of sun can pierce,
    The earthquake thrust them up with mighty tierce
    And left them to be seen but by the eyes
    Of awed imagination inward bent.

    Their vegetation is the viscid ooze,
    Whose mysteries are past belief or thought.
    Creation seems around them devil-wrought,
    Or by some cosmic urgence gone distraught.
    Adown their precipices chill and dense
    With the dank midnight creep or crawl or climb
    Such tentacled and eyeless things of slime,
    Such monster shapes as tempt us to accuse
    Life of a miscreative impotence.

    About their peaks the shark, their eagle, floats,
    In the thick azure far beneath the air,
    Or downward sweeps upon what prey may dare
    Set forth from any silent weedy lair.
    But one desire on all their slopes is found,
    Desire of food, the awful hunger strife,
    Yet here, it may be, was begun our life,
    Here all the dreams on which our vision dotes
    In unevolved obscurity were bound.

    Too strange it is, too terrible! And yet
    It matters not how we were wrought or whence
    Life came to us with all its throb intense,
    If in it is a Godly Immanence.
    It matters not,—if haply we are more
    Than creatures half-conceived by a blind force
    That sweeps the universe in a chance course:
    For only in Unmeaning Might is met
    The intolerable thought none can ignore.

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