This poem is taken from PN Review 199, Volume 37 Number 5, May - June 2011.
Four Poems
On Looking at the Pictures in Moby-Dick
Whael, hval, wal, hvalur:
whales all, whales ever
rocking with us in our chair,
mother and son together.
Humpback, finback, pilot, blue:
flukes aloft, flukes peaking
over seas and blankets too,
as we are rocking.
Winter nights, when snow fills
the room, we shiver
as gales and staving whales
their blows deliver.
Painted ocean, painted ship,
painted sea-hawks sweeping:
from my hand your fingers slip
...
Whael, hval, wal, hvalur:
whales all, whales ever
rocking with us in our chair,
mother and son together.
Humpback, finback, pilot, blue:
flukes aloft, flukes peaking
over seas and blankets too,
as we are rocking.
Winter nights, when snow fills
the room, we shiver
as gales and staving whales
their blows deliver.
Painted ocean, painted ship,
painted sea-hawks sweeping:
from my hand your fingers slip
...
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