This is an arranged excerpt from chapter 114 of 'Moby Dick': 'The Gilder.'
Set in the Japanses whaling grounds.
'These are the times, when in his whale-boat
the rover softly feels a certain filial,
confident, land-like feeling towards the sea;
that he regards it as so much flowery earth;
and the distant ship revealing only the tops
of her masts, seems struggling forward,
not through high rolling waves, but through
the tall grass of a rolling prairie: as when
the western emigrants’ horses only show
their erected ears, while their hidden bodies
widely wade through the amazing verdure.
'The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild
blue hill-sides; as over these there steals
the hush, the hum; you almost swear
that play-wearied children lie sleeping
in these solitudes, in some glad May-time,
when the flowers of the woods are plucked.
And all this mixes with your most mystic mood;
so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting,
interpenetrate, and form one seamless whole.'
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2019-01-12 at 20:24
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