MOULD-COLOURED like the leaf long fallen from <br />The autumn branch, he rises now, the Fish. <br />The cold eyes of the gannets see their rock: <br />He has No-whither. Who was it marked <br />Earth from the waters? Who <br />Divided space into such lines for us, <br />Giving men To and Fro, not Up and Down? <br />This dweller in the ancient element <br />Knows Space's cross-road. Who <br />Closed up the Depth to us? He rises now <br />Mould-coloured like the leaf long fallen from <br />The autumn branch, with eyes that are like lamps <br />Magicians fill with oils from dead men ta'en, <br />Most rootless of all beings, the Fish.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aquarium-fish/
