Ah, Franklin!
To follow you, one does not need geography.
At least not totally, but more of that
Instrumental knowledge the bones have,
Their limits, their measurings.
The eye creates the horizon,
The ear invents the wind,
The hand reaching out from a parka sleeve
By touch demands
that the touched thing be.
GWENDOLYN MACEWEN, Terror and Erebus
Ah, for just one time,
I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin
reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land
so wide and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.