god gloats upon Her stunning flesh.    Upon

the reachings of Her green body among

unseen things, things obscene (Whose fingers young

the caving ages curiously con)

—but the lunge of Her hunger softly flung

over the gasping shores

leaves his smile wan,

and his blood stopped hears in the frail anon

the shovings and the lovings of Her tongue.

god Is The Sea.    All terrors of his being

quake before this its hideous Work most old

Whose battening gesture prophecies a freeing

of ghostly chaos

in this dangerous night

through moaned space god worships God—

(behold!

where chaste stars writhe captured in brightening fright)