The Ship Starting


LO! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails--an ample
Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
The pennant is flying aloft, as she speeds, she speeds so stately--
below, emulous waves press forward,
They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and foam.

by Walt Whitman

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Mm, sounds like another Whitman poem allegorical to s e x. (This is suppose to be posting to THE SHIP STARTING, which for some reason refuses to do no matter what attempts I make.)
A simple poem about a ship? Or a reference about how a person or even a nation stands beautiful among churning seas? The time period that this was written, it is plausible that he saw the Union as a kind of ship, beautiful and surrounded by 'foam.'