Issa on the Pequodby Ron Starr
Don’t worry, phantom, I keep ship casually.
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Climb, death, O Evolution, but slowly, slowly.
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Ice imitating the body is even more wonderful than the body.
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Hearses, planks, this, that, and the crew goes.
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A dry coffin glimpsed by a tub.
From A Map by a Dim Lamp, Seattle: Ravenna Press, 2006, pages 53–54. A note in the book says that the author says that this sequence “uses some of Issa’s haiku as templates into which I’ve inserted vocabulary from Moby Dick.” See also “Luther’s Narrow Road.”
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