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Sunday, December 7, 2025

Ahab : primary character in MOBY_DICK

page 39 of John Bennett's 

The Struck Leviathan: Poems on Moby Dick

(1970, Univ. of Missouri Press, Columbia, MO)

Ahab: His Vision of the Kraken

Where green-skulled whalesmen lie, where no tides run, 

deep down in that unsculptured gloom,

the great sea squid gropes blindly unaware 

of lean Egyptians drowned in spicy rock 

or Capricorn knocked hornless in the East, 

a blare of goatcry shaking constellations.


 Deep down and dark where mudbones gird the world,

by arm and sucking arm and sucking arm,

a polyp blob creeps through the heavy depths

where Satan, homeless, might establish home.


Ahab: Near the Mainmast, Sunrise

Into the madman horror of the sun

how many men crawl forth reluctant now

from the grey swamps of sleep and dress themselves

in clothes that stink with mortal yesterdays?


Cursed endless batter ! batter! wind and wave!

bows crashing down, green water surging up,

and the long, whining dip of mast and spar!


Who truly listens on this ship?  Who hears?

Across the fronts of heaven, silence grows

between the muted thunder of old suns

like some enormous cancer;

                                                here, the sea

roars out its manic scansion, pauses, beats,

lifts to crescendo scream, and then drops down

through seething voids that drain my outraged heart

of its warm rhythms.


                                    Soon! Soon!  Oh! Soon!

that blunt-faced phantom from the shrouded depths,

that damned razeeing bastard devil brute

whose rending jaw cut coldly at my quick

will rise to meet me on the upper seas!


In what last tide or precinct of my course

will he breach forth to learn that I can kill?

No matter where he hides, no matter where!

I'll chase him out across the compass rose,

through every strait and passage of the sea!

I'll chase him round the Maelstrom's triple lip

and round the brimming flames of Hell itself

until my lance drives down through his heart's root!


Come, Moby Dick!  My compliments to ye!

My compliments, my very best to ye!

I bear a gift of tempered steel whose edge,

baptized with blood almost as wild as yours,

will force ye to attend me when we meet 

and grave sweet lessons on your sullen heart!


Come, Moby Dick!  Come, Moby Dick!  Come!  Come!

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