The Torch Poem by 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.
I think this a poem that could possibley be about a lighthouse, guiding fisherman when they are out at sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:08:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Don't they have better ideas for poems, like dragons?