The Dismantled Ship

In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batter’d ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of the earth,
haul’d up at last and hawser’d tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.

—Walt Whitman, 1888

They were wonderful voyages, Yankee heroes. And now we must repair our wounds and rebuild our ship. The Captain is willing and fit. We expect he will have some new mates. There is lucre aplenty in the owner’s trunk. Next year, we sail again….

1 comment… add one
  • Listening to WFAN today is so wonderful. Mike and the Mad Dog still think they know everything…

    SF October 21, 2004, 1:47 pm

Leave a Comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Next post:

Previous post: