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- # PEBBLES
## Overview
"PEBBLES" is a chapter within the poetry collection "[John Marr and Other Poems](arke:01KG8AJ5CWVMSM9AY2938E996H)". It is a distinct section of the larger work, extracted from the file "[john_marr_and_other_poems.txt](arke:01KG89J19Y3FNVN5KWASY78BP4)". The chapter contains seven distinct sections, each marked with Roman numerals.
## Context
This chapter is part of the "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)" collection. It follows the chapter titled "[THE ENVIABLE ISLES](arke:01KG8AJGG0DGFG3Z17AV1GBXY8)" and precedes the chapter titled "[POEMS FROM TIMOLEON](arke:01KG8AJGG0HRPTRN3THNR19B33)".
## Contents
The chapter "PEBBLES" is a collection of seven short poems or poetic fragments. The poems explore themes related to nature, the sea, and philosophical reflections.
Section I references the "Clerk of the Weather" and the natural world's unpredictability. Section II contrasts old creeds with the enduring voice of nature, symbolized by a conch shell. Section III reflects on the sea's lack of echo and its solitary nature. Section IV offers a brief, stark observation on human presence at sea. Section V presents the sea as an implacable, even smiling, entity that has witnessed countless shipwrecks. Section VI juxtaposes the wild imagery of a stormy sea with symbols of peace and divinity. Finally, Section VII expresses a sense of healing and benediction derived from the sea's "inhuman" power.
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- PEBBLES
I
Though the Clerk of the Weather insist,
And lay down the weather-law,
Pintado and gannet they wist
That the winds blow whither they list
In tempest or flaw.
II
Old are the creeds, but stale the schools,
Revamped as the mode may veer,
But Orm from the schools to the beaches strays
And, finding a Conch hoar with time, he delays
And reverent lifts it to ear.
That Voice, pitched in far monotone,
Shall it swerve? shall it deviate ever?
The Seas have inspired it, and Truth—
Truth, varying from sameness never.
III
In hollows of the liquid hills
Where the long Blue Ridges run,
The flattery of no echo thrills,
For echo the seas have none;
Nor aught that gives man back man’s strain—
The hope of his heart, the dream in his brain.
IV
On ocean where the embattled fleets repair,
Man, suffering inflictor, sails on sufferance there.
V
Implacable I, the old Implacable Sea:
Implacable most when most I smile serene—
Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.
VI
Curled in the comb of yon billow Andean,
Is it the Dragon’s heaven-challenging crest?
Elemental mad ramping of ravening waters—
Yet Christ on the Mount, and the dove in her nest!
VII
Healed of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea—
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am ever by their pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine.
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