The Whale

I saw the great teeth looming, saw
the mouth come smothering, yet
I did not move . . .

not motionless from fear; but
rather, halted by desire to submit
to such a doom.

This is the peril of art, this love
of a unique fate that could separate
us from the all;

or rather, explain separation that itself
loomed way back then when death was
such a minnow.

© Ward Kelley

Artist's note:

Hart Crane (1899-1932) was an American poet best known for his work, "The Bridge." His private life was a chaotic mixture of maternal love, heterosexuality, alcoholism and homosexuality. In the spring of 1932, as Crane returned to America from Mexico on the ship Orizaba he became depressed over his decreasing literary output, the death of his father, his chances of finding work, and his confused plans to marry Peggy Cowley, the wife of a friend. After a night when Crane allegedly tried to seduce a ship's hand, he knocked on Peggy's cabin door, saying, "I'm not going to make it, dear. I'm utterly disgraced." Up on deck, he briefly balanced himself on the guardrail, then dropped into the sea. In an early poem, Crane once wrote, "There is the world dimensional for those untwisted by the love of things irreconcilable."

Ward Kelley
Bonfire contributor