ISSUE: Winter 1939
Blue sea, blue sky, blue eggs:
O bird of yellow legs,
Which is the bluest blue
Of all you lead me to?
The sea is blue with sky
As iris is with eye;
The egg is blue with each,
Though far from either’s reach.
Since Eve in Eden fell
The miracle of shell
Has been of sea and air
In all the blue that’s there:
One shell has held the sea,
The life that’s given me;
The sky’s a shell as clear
As all you’ve nested here.
