After the Sea-Ship

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)

After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,

After the white-gray sails taunt to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,

Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,

Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,

Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,

Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaces the surface,

Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully flowing,

The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome under the sun,

A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments,

Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake following.

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One Response to After the Sea-Ship

  1. Noah says:

    Thank you for this blog. That’s all I can say. You most definitely have made this blog into something thats eye opening and important.

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