Another armoured animal-scale
Lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they
Form the uninterrupted central
Tail-row! This
near artichoke with head and legs and
grit-equipped gizzard,
the night miniature artist engineer is
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Leonardo’s-da
Vinci’s replica-
Impressive animal and toiler of whom we
Seldom hear.
Armour seems
extra. But for him,
the closing ear-ridge-
or bare ear lacking even this
small 10
eminence and
similarly safe
contracting nose and eye apertures
impenetrably closable, are not;-a
true ant-eater,
not cockroach-eater, who endures
exhausting solitary trips through unfamiliar ground at
night,
returning before sunrise; stepping in the moonlight,
on the moonlight peculiarly,
that
the outside
edges of his hands may bear the weight and
save the claws
for digging. Serpentined about
the tree, he draws
away from danger unpugnaciously,
with no sound but a harmless hiss;
keeping
the fragile grace of the Thomas-
of-Leighton Buzzard Westminster Abbey
wrought-iron vine, or
rolls
himself into a ball that
has 25
power
to defy all effort to unroll it; strongly intailed,
neat
head
for core, on neck not breaking off, with curled-in
feet.
Nevertheless he has sting-proof scales; and
nest
Of rocks closed with earth from inside,
which he
can thus darken
Sun and moon and day and night and man and
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beast
each with a splendour
which man in all his vileness cannot
set aside; each with an excellence!
"Fearful
yet to be feared," the armoured
ant-eater met by the driver-ant does not turn back,
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but
engulfs
what he can, the flattened sword--
edged leafpoints on the tail and artichoke set let-and
body-plates
quivering violently when it retailiates
and swarms on him.
Compact like the furled
fringed frill
on the hat-brim of Gargallo’s hollow iron
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head of a
matador,
he will drop and will
then walk away
unhurt, although if unintruded on,
he cautiously works down the tree, helped
by his tail. The giant-pangolin-
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tail, graceful tool, as prop or hand or broom or
axe, tipped like
the elephant’s trunk with special skin,
is not lost on
this ant-and stone-swallowing uninjur-
able
artichoke which simpletons thought a living fable
whom the stones had nourished, whereas ants
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had done
so.
Pangolins are not aggressive
animals;
between
dusk and day they have the
not unchain-like
machine-like
form and frictionless creep of a thing
made graceful by adversities, con-
versities. To explain grace require
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a curious hand. If that which is at all were not
forever,
why would those who graced the spires
with animals and gathered there to rest, on cold
luxurious
low stone seats-a
monk and monk and monk-
between the thus
ingenious roof-supports,
have slaved to confuse
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grace with
a
kindly manner, time in which to
pay a
debt,
the cure for sins, a graceful
use
of what are yet
approved
stone
mullions branching out across
the perpendiculars?
A sailboat
was the first machine. Pangolins, made
for moving quietly also, are models of exactness,
on four legs; or hind feet plantigrade,
with certain
postures of a man. Beneath sun and
moon, man
slaving
to make his life more sweet,
leaves half the
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worth
having,
needing to choose wisely how to use the
strength;
a paper-maker like the wasp;
a tractor of
foodstuffs,
like the ant; spidering a length
of web from bluffs
above a stream; in fighting, mechanicked
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like the pangolin; capsizing in
disheartenment. Bedizened or stark
naked, man, the self, the being we call human,
writing-
master to his world, griffons a dark
“Like
does not like like that is obnoxious”;
and
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writes error
with four
r’s. Among animals, one has a sense of humour,
Humour saves a few steps, it saves years.
Unignorant,
modest and unemotional, and all emotion,
he has
everlasting vigour,
power to
grow,
though there are few creatures who can
make one
breathe faster and make one erecter.
Not afraid of anything is he,
and then goes cowering forth, tread paced to meet
an
obstacle
at every step.
Consistent with the
formula-warm
blood, no gills, two pairs of hands
and
a few hairs-that
is a mammal; there he sits in his own
habitat,
serge-clad,
strong-shod. The prey of fear, he,
always
curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by
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dusk, work partly done,
say a to the alternating blaze,
“Again
the sun!
anew each day; and new and new and
new,
that comes into and steadies my soul.”
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