Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell Poem by Archibald MacLeish

Dr. Sigmund Freud Discovers The Sea Shell

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Science, that simple saint, cannot be bothered
Figuring what anything is for:
Enough for her devotions that things are
And can be contemplated soon as gathered.

She knows how every living thing was fathered,
She calculates the climate of each star,
She counts the fish at sea, but cannot care
Why any one of them exists, fish, fire or feathered.

Why should she? Her religion is to tell
By rote her rosary of perfect answers.
Metaphysics she can leave to man:
She never wakes at night in heaven or hell

Staring at darkness. In her holy cell
There is no darkness ever: the pure candle
Burns, the beads drop briskly from her hand.

Who dares to offer Her the curled sea shell!
She will not touch it!--knows the world she sees
Is all the world there is! Her faith is perfect!

And still he offers the sea shell . . .

What surf
Of what far sea upon what unknown ground
Troubles forever with that asking sound?
What surge is this whose question never ceases?

Kaustub Bharadwaj 17 March 2019

was this poem a part of a compilation. I am looking to cite this poem

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Panmelys Panmelys 11 August 2015

What can one add to this extraordinary poet! Nothing but silence and wonder. Panmelys

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Brian Jani 13 May 2014

Archibald Amazing poetic skills here

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