Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIRES, by ALEXANDER ANDERSON Poet's Biography First Line: I lay beneath the long slim wires Last Line: But the pullman is twenty minutes late. Alternate Author Name(s): Surfaceman Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains | ||||||||
I LAY beneath the long slim wires, And heard them murmur like desires, Till, drowsy with the heat, my thoughts Set out, like errant knights to find A land of dreams, and sunny spots That have no visit of the wind, And as they went, with restless choice, Lo! the wires above took voice. First Wire. I bear through the air Like the breath of despair Desolation and famine and dread, For two nations uprising led onward by hate, Clutch at each other mid heaps of the dead, While the black lips of cannon belch forth with a yell, And a hissing that withers and darkens like fate, The vomit of hell. Second Wire. Soft and low Let my message be spoken, To a mother that hears With a grief that hath no tears, How her only son is stricken down In the wild heart of the reckless town, Where life is as full as a river's flow, Then come away, For who would delay, When a wailing heart is broken? Third Wire. I flash to a people over the sea A mighty truth that will make them free, For kindred spirits transmit to each The God-given truths they have sworn to preach. Death to all tyranny and wrong, Which poets wither with their song, Let men be free in the glorious light Of a brotherhood that sees and smites The Hydra broods that fain would clutch The throat of devil-defying Right; Cut them down, they are nought but blights, God himself is aweary of such. Fourth Wire. My message is from one who fled Long years ago. They thought him dead, So in their hearts they dug a grave, And laid in thought therein their boy, He is coming home to clasp their hands: I almost feel from here their joy. Fifth Wire. A sudden and great commercial crash Like a current of doom is in my flash, And thousands will put their hands to-day On a bubble that winds will blow away. Sixth Wire. A sound of bells is in my tone, Of marriage bells so glad and gay, It comes straight from the heart of one A thousand weary miles away. O sweet to see in a foreign land An English bride by the altar stand, Her eyelids wet with tears that seem Like dews that herald some sweet dream, As, blushing, she falters forth the "yes," That opens a world of happiness; But hush, this is all I have got to say "Harry and I were married to-day." Seventh Wire. I rush in the very front of time With a finger pointing at sudden crime, The fool! when the deed was done and he stood Looking down at his hands, that were red with blood, Never thought for a single moment on me, But my mark was on him as he turn'd to flee. Eighth Wire. I fling on men a sudden gloom and pain, In quiet hamlet and in toiling town, Their greatest and their noblest man is down; Death conquers; but his triumph is in vain. For as I flash the news, as one draws breath But swifter, so the dead man's Christ-like aim Will flash like fire into their hearts, and claim A newer meaning from this touch of death. The voices ceased, and half dreaming still In the drowsy shade of the slope, I thought "Eight wires have murmur'd their good and ill There are nine, but the ninth has spoken not; What can the burden be of its rhyme When it speaks?" and I had not long to wait. Ninth Wire. Limited mail is sharp at her time, But the Pullman is twenty minutes late. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON WHAT WE DID TO WHAT WE WERE by PHILIP LEVINE BURYING GROUND BY THE TIES by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WAY-STATION by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH TWILIGHT TRAIN by EILEEN MYLES THE CAVEMAN ON THE TRAIN by JOHN FREDERICK NIMS CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |
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