back to T. S. Eliot

“The Hippopotamus” by T. S. Eliot 🇺🇸🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 (26 Sep 18884 Jan 1965)
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos ut
mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum ut Jesum
Christum existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
S. IGNATII AD TRALLIANOS.
And when this epistle is read among you cause
that it be read also in the church of the
Laodiceans.
The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail
Susceptible to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
The hippo’s feeble steps may err
In compassing material ends
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
The ’potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of pomegranate and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
At mating time the hippo’s voice
Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church at being one with God.
The hippopotamus’s day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a mysterious way—
The Church can sleep and feed at once.
I saw the ’potamus take wing
Ascending from the damp savannas
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God in loud hosannas.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold.
He shall be washed as white as snow
By all the martyr’d virgins kiss
While the True Church remains below
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.