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A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Where your heart becomes a cannon spit iron on the whale Follow him through perdition's flame then live to tell the tale

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There is no ship quite like a book

it wanders as it may

Then takes us out amongst the waves

where gods and children play


 

To places far and wide we trek

chase hell's whale 'long the pole

Crest waves with Ahab na'er the cape

where gods may claim your soul


 

There your heart becomes a cannon

spit iron on the whale

Follow him through perdition's flame

and live to tell the tale


 

As the oarsmen all stagger back

cross themselves o’re the job

No hope to see another day

forlorn begin to sob


 

Imaginations running wild

wicked cruelty sublime
Chase your whale till you catch his tail

or till the end of time



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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Books are the windows to the world. But more than that they traverse time itself. As they take you to Melviles time of Moby Dick. They inspire. More than that they create the world of imagination. For Ahab the White Whale was nothing to be so idealised, rather it was "...all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it."
Thank You Allen Eddings for that rendition of the classic tale

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you really know how to write poetry lol you should teach it i could use a lesson or two lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


You chose a perfect example with this book. Books take us to places we could know no other way. You've done a great job with this poem of truth. I like the way you write about different topics. I really like the thought, "Follow him through perditions flame/ then live to tell the tale"
I often sit, pen in hand (or fingertips on keyboard) trying to think what to write about. Never would it occur to me to write about something right in front of me so much of the time....books. Great idea well done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Simply wonderous- & beautiful. Books tell of life that we cannot live, but can experiance the tales of others and other worlds.
Thank you for sharing, I really enjoyed this.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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