Avison, Margaret. “The Butterfly.” Other Canadians: An Anthology of the New Poetry in Canada, 1940-1946. Ed. John Sutherland. No publication information. 30. Pamphlet.
a spruce-green sky, bound in iron.
the murky sea running a sulphur scum,
I saw a butterfly, suddenly.
It clung between the ribs of the storm, wavering,
and flung against the battering bone-wind.
I remember it, glued to the grit of that rain-strewn beach
that glowered around it, swallowed its startled design
in the larger irridescence of unstrung dark.
That wild, sour air, those miles of crouching forest, that moth
when all enveloping space
is a thin glass glove, swirling with storm
tempt us to stare, and seize analogies.
The Voice that stilled the sea of Galilee
overstoned by the new peace, the fierce subhuman peace
of such an east sky, blanched like Eternity.
The meaning of the moth, even the smashed moth, the meaning
of the moth—
can’t we stab that one angle into the curve of space
that weeps so unrelenting, far above,
towards the subhuman swamp of under-dark?