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Herman Melville

By | 2018-01-19T14:44:16+00:00 27 mai 2012|Categories: Blog|

 

                              I

So, Herman, what demons swim through your mind
that you make a mons­ter of a harm­less mam­mal,
sin­ging to its fel­lows in the depths of the sea ?

Why did you people your Pequod with
scar­red sai­lors and sca­red savages ;
why did you press your pages with
twis­ted scrip­tures and sea spi­rits,
making us call you Ishmael ?

 

                              II

Or is it we who are denied
dreams born of dwel­ling by the deep ;
of truths torn from
sea­sons on the res­t­less strand bet­ween sea and shore ? 

Not kno­wing Nantucket,
do we not know our natures ?
What it must be to pit puny men
against the wrath of the waves.

A hand-held har­poon
or an enfol­ding cocoon ?