Walt Whitman: The Torch


On my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen's group stands watching;
Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing salmon;
The canoe, a dim shadowy thing, moves across the black water,
Bearing a Torch a-blaze at the prow.
 
Walt Whitman, The Torch
 
Oct. 25, 2023, 3D Game

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