Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMERICA IS HARD TO SEE, by ROBERT FROST Recitation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Columbus may have worked the wind Last Line: As cortez on the aztecs made Subject(s): Columbus, Christopher (1451-1506); Explorers; Exploring; Discovery; Discoverers | ||||||||
Columbus may have worked the wind A new and better way to Ind And also proved the world a ball. But how about the wherewithal? Not just for scientific news Had the Queen backed him to a cruise. Remember he had made the test Finding the East by sailing West. But had he found it? Here he was Without one trinket from Onnuz To save the Queen from family censure For her investment in his venture. There had been something strangely wrong With every coast he tried along. He could imagine nothing barrener. The trouble was with him the mariner. He wasn't off a mere degree; His reckoning was off a sea. And to intensify the drama Another mariner, Da Gama, Came just then sailing into port From the same general resort, And with the gold in hand to show for His claim it was another Ophir. Had but Columbus known enough He might have boldly made the bluff That better than Da Gama's gold He had been given to behold The race's future trial place, A fresh start for the human race. He might have fooled Valladolid. I was deceived by what he did. If I had had my chance when young I should have had Columbus sung As a god who had given us A more than Moses' exodus. But all he did was spread the room Of our enacting out the doom Of being in each other's way. And so put off the weaiy day When we would have to put our mind On how to crowd but still be kind. For these none too apparent gains He got no more than dungeon chains And such small posthumous renown (A country named for him, a town, A holiday) as where he is He may not recognize for his. They say his flagship's unlaid ghost Still probes and dents our rocky coast With animus approaching hate. And for not turning out a strait, He has cursed every river mouth From fifty North to fifty South. Some day our navy, I predict, Will take in tow this derelict And lock him through Culebra Cut, His eyes as good (or bad) as shut To all the modern works of man And all we call American. America is hard to see. Less partial witnesses than he In book on book have testified They could not see it from outside - Or inside either for that matter. We know the literary chatter. Columbus, as I say, will miss All he owes to the artifice Of tractor-plow and motor-drill. To naught but his own force of will. Or at most some Andean quake. Will he ascribe this lucky break. High purpose makes the hero rude; He will not stop for gratitude. But let him show his haughty stem To what was never his concern Except as it denied him way To fortune-hunting in Cathay. He will be starting pretty late. Hell find that Asiatic state Is about tired of being looted While having its beliefs disputed. His can be no such easy raid As Cortez on the Aztecs made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHACKLETON by MADELINE DEFREES CONCERNING THE RIGHT TO LIFE by JORIE GRAHAM THE HEAD ON THE TABLE by JOHN HAINES PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 1 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 2 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 3 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 4 by SIDNEY LANIER PSALM OF THE WEST: SONNET ON COLUMBUS: 5 by SIDNEY LANIER |
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