20 May 2010

Poem for a preserved slug

TO A SLUG (IN ALCOHOL)

Hail, Limax!—clammy, slimy thing,
Poor houseless wretch, of thee I sing!
Though ended is thy earthly run,
Thy glory is but yet begun.
For Science, with obtrusive pride,
Will keep intact thy mortal hide
And suffer thee, for future gain,
In best of spirits to remain.

H. H. BRUENN
Oakland, Cal., Apr. 15, 1900
From the Nautilus, vol. 14, p. 36, 1900.

I don't know who H. H. Bruenn was. His name is not in 2,400 Years of Malacology (7th Edition).

5 comments:

matt at shadow of iris said...

A beautiful poem about a slug. Well, I'll be. Excellent. :)

Megan said...

Cute, and very specific subject! Every malacologist should recite this poem before sticking a specimen in alcohol.

AYDIN ÖRSTAN said...

Ha, Ha, Ha...you lead the way, Megan.

vanessa cardui said...

Lovely. Now how about some snaily haiku?

AYDIN ÖRSTAN said...

A reader did write a snail haiku once.