After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,
After the white-gray sails
taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening,
lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the
ship,
Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves,
undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling
current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great vessel sailing
and tacking displaced the surface,
Larger and smaller waves in the spread of
the ocean
yearnfully flowing,
The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and
frolicsome
under the sun,
A motley procession with many a fleck of foam
and many fragments,
Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake
following.
"After the Sea-Ship" by Walt Whitman uses imagery to describe the wake left behind after a ship passes by. Metaphorically this can be related to life and the impact that is left behind after something or someone passes. There's kind of a sense of excitement and then let-down. This poem is also a metaphor of how people tend to blindly follow those who are more powerful, especially in the last two lines.
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