Egyptian Pulled Glass Bottle in the Shape of a Fish, An

Here we have thirst
and patience, from the first,
and art, as in a wave held up for us to see
in its essential perpendicularity;

not brittle but
intense—the spectrum, that
spectacular and nimble animal the fish,
Whose scales turn aside the sun's sword by their polish.
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