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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pangolin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another armored animal–scale<br>lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they<br>form the uninterrupted central <br>tail row! This near artichoke with head and legs and<br>grit-equipped gizzard,<br>the night miniature artist engineer is,<br>yes, Leonardo da Vinci’s replica–<br>impressive animal and toiler of whom we seldom hear.<br>Armor seems extra. But for him,<br>the closing ear-ridge–<br>or bare ear licking even this small<br>eminence and similarly safe<br>contracting nose and eye apertures<br>impenetrably closable, are not;–a true ant-eater,<br>not cockroach-eater, who endures<br>exhausting solitary trips through unfamiliar ground at night,<br>returning before sunrise; stepping in the moonlight,<br>on the moonlight peculiarly, that the outside<br>edges of his hands may bear the weight and save the<br>claws<br>for digging. Serpentined about<br>the tree, he draws<br>away from danger unpugnaciously,<br>with no sound but a harmless hiss; keeping<br>the fragile grace of the Thomas-<br>of-Leighton Buzzard Westminster Abbey wrought-iron<br>vine, or<br>rolls himself into a ball that has<br>power to defy all effort to unroll it; strongly intailed, neat<br>head for core, on neck not breaking off, with curled-in feet.<br>Nevertheless he has sting-proof scales; and nest<br>of rocks closed with earth from inside, which he can <br>thus darken.<br>Sun and moon and day and night and man and beast<br>each with a splendor <br>which man in all his vileness cannot<br>set aside; each with an excellence!<br>&quot;Fearful yet to be feared,&quot; the armored<br>ant-eater met by the driver-ant does not turn back, but<br>engulfs what he can, the flattered sword-<br>edged leafpoints on the tail and artichoke set leg-and <br>body-plates<br>quivering violently when it retaliates <br>and swarms on him. Compact like the furled fringed frill<br>on the hat-brim of Gargallo’s hollow iron head of a <br>matador, he will drop and will<br>then walk away<br>unhurt, although if unintruded on,<br>he cautiously works down the tree, helped<br>by his tail. The giant-pangolin-<br>tail, graceful tool, as prop or hand or broom or ax, tipped like <br>an elephant’s trunk with special skin,<br>is not lost on this ant-and stone-swallowing uninjurable<br>artichoke which simpletons thought a living fable<br>whom the stones had nourished, whereas ants had done<br>so. Pangolins are not aggressive animals; between<br>dusk and day they have the not unchain-like machine-like<br>form and frictionless creep of a thing<br>made graceful by adversities, con-<br>versities. To explain grace requires <br>a curious hand. If that which is at all were not forever,<br>why would those who graced the spires<br>with animals and gathered there to rest, on cold luxurious<br>low stone seats–a monk and monk and monk–between the<br>thus<br>ingenious roof-supports, have slaved to confuse<br>grace with a kindly manner, time in which to pay a <br>debt,<br>the cure for sins, a graceful use<br>of what are yet<br>approved stone mullions branching out across<br>the perpendiculars? A sailboat<br>was the first machine. Pangolins, made<br>for moving quietly also, are models of exactness,<br>on four legs; on hind feet plantigrade,<br>with certain postures of a man. Beneath sun and moon,<br>man slaving<br>to make his life more sweet, leaves half the flowers worth<br>having,<br>needing to choose wisely how to use his strength;<br>a paper-maker like the wasp; a tractor of foodstuffs,<br>like the ant; spidering a length<br>of web from bluffs<br>above a stream; in fighting, mechanicked<br>like to pangolin; capsizing in<br>disheartenment. Bedizened or stark<br>naked, man, the self, the being we call human, writing-<br>master to this world, griffons a dark <br>&quot;Like does not like like that is obnoxious&quot;; and writes error<br>with four<br>r’s. Among animals, one has a sense of humor.<br>Humor saves a few steps, it saves years. Uningnorant,<br>modest and unemotional, and all emotion,<br>he has everlasting vigor,<br>power to grow,<br>though there are few creatures who can make one<br>breathe faster and make one erecter.<br>Not afraid of anything is he,<br>and then goes cowering forth, tread paced to meet an obstacle<br>at every step. Consistent with the <br>formula–warm blood, no gills, two pairs of hands and a few <br>hairs–that<br>is a mammal; there he sits in his own habitat,<br>serge-clad, strong-shod. The prey of fear, he, always<br>curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work <br>partly done,<br>says to the alternating blaze,<br>&quot;Again the sun!<br>anew each day; and new and new and new,<br>that comes into and steadies my soul.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marianne+Moore">Marianne Moore</a><div class=q>
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