#23: On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again (A Triolet)

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Moby Dick has become my white whale, not that it’s bitten off my leg, but that it haunts me, taunts me, torments me, because this novel by Herman Melville has the distinction of being the ONLY book I truly love that I have not finished reading–after repeated attempts! It baffles me, because every time I go back I thoroughly enjoy myself.  It’s such a radically inventive and lively thing.  But something always happens to me about 130 pages in, duty calls, some more pressing affair distracts me from my purpose, I set this beautiful thing down, and then–it will be a year or two before I return.  And I always go back to the beginning!  And, so far at least, I always and only get about 130 pages in!

The assignment today was to write a thing called a triolet. It’s an 8 line poem in iambic tetrameter which employs a repeating couplet at the beginning and the end and a refrain line almost in the middle.  I cheated here and there on the syllable count but otherwise stayed true to the form.  Here’s my triolet about not being able to finish Moby Dick.  

On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again

I’ve never finished Moby Dick,
I’ve attempted it again and again.
It’s not, for me, that it’s too thick–
I’ve never finished Moby Dick.
Perhaps commitment is the trick,
I love what I’ve read to no end.
I’ve never finished Moby Dick,
I’ve attempted it again and again.

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2 responses to “#23: On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again (A Triolet)

  1. Elinor Cramer

    Oh, I like your triolet. And your musings.

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