Moby Dick:A Reflection

A Poem.

The pure and sacred evil that was Ahab
Split up the snapping seas. So absolute
his pride, from pole to pole no whale could hide.
Another’s commerce, full of oil and drab,
would never play his line strung like a lute
with notes of harpoons struck in the whale’s white side.

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Moby Dick:A Reflection

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