This is no time for poetry!

June 15, 2014 Oh, thou foundling fire, thou hermit immemorial, thou too hast thy incommunicable riddle, thy unparticipated grief. Here again with haughty agony, I read my sire. Leap! leap up, and lick the sky! I leap with thee; I burn with thee; would fain be welded with thee; defyingly I worship thee!” “The boat! the boat!” cried Starbuck, “look at thy boat, old man!” All Excerpts From Melville, Herman. “Moby-Dick.” Harlequin, 2009. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright. Available in iBooks Store