White, an erasure poem (Chapter 42 Moby Dick)

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What the white was, at times, he was to me, as yet remains unsaid.
Aside from those more obvious considerations,
Which occasionally awaken alarm, there was a thought,
Or a horror concerning him, which at times by its intensity so mystical that I despair.
It was the whiteness that appalled me.
I hope to explain myself, whiteness refiningly enhances beauty, as if
Imparting some special virtue of its own, as in marbles, japonicas, and
Pearls; and though various nations have in some way recognised a certain
Royal preeminence in this hue; unfurling the same snow-white bearing the figure of a
Snow-white charger; though this pre-eminence in it applies to the human race itself,
Giving the white man mastership.
Drawn by milk-white steeds; spotlessness and power;
Incarnate in a snow-white bull; and though to the noble
Iroquois, the midwinter sacrifice of the sacred White Dog was by far the
Holiest festival…

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