March 21

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Arch, I’d like
to go see the Arch,

trenchant,
I’d like to go
see the sea–

Melville I know
about Novembers
of the soul,

and Decembers,
Januarys, and Februarys–

There’s something
about the Pacific

that tempers a temper,
dulls a sharp tongue,
I don’t know why

I get like I do
but call me Ishmael
it’s not unprecedented–

just give me a shore
and a ship and a star
to sail by

and a home
to leave–

I don’t know why
I get like I do

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9 Comments

  1. moosha23 says

    Your poems are always so exquisite! I love them! (And all the references in this one!)

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  2. Maybe I should read, “Moby Dick” again. Perhaps 32 years will have changed my opinion of it. It was a hard slog when I was in university.

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    • Why not? Maybe I should read it all the way through, not piecemeal 🙂 At the very least, the opening paragraph has certainly stuck with me…

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  3. C, you should read Moby Dick. As you know just from the first chapter, there’s as much poetry in there as there is story. Read a chapter a day, and before you know it you’re done. It’s my favorite novel, and almost too wild to be called a novel at all.

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