The weaver-god, he weaves
and by that weaving he is frictioned
callused by his industry
on his thumbs and on his shuttling finger tips
and the interworking of the cloth of us
from this very beginning
all shed together
requires some to be on top and others under
and this is where it all starts to abrade
some worn so thin as to be seen quite through
still others thick in their opacity
the problems of religion
are in the making
and the fabrications of god
“The weaver-god, he weaves; and by
that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that
humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it
shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it.”
Herman
Melville Moby-Dick
I especially love these lines: callused by his industry
ReplyDeleteon his thumbs and on his shuttling finger tips
and the interworking of the cloth of us
Beautiful poem - very layered I think
Thanks Lizz. My daughter was writing an assignment referencing Moby-Dick and it was nice to read through some quotes and remember how amazingly poetic the writing is. I enjoyed using Melville's lines as a sort of running start to a poem.
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