Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT THE ENGINES SAID; OPENING OF THE PACIFIC RAILROAD, by FRANCIS BRET HARTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: What was it the engines said Last Line: With a whistle at the close. Alternate Author Name(s): Harte, Bret Subject(s): Railroads; Railways; Trains | ||||||||
WHAT was it the Engines said, Pilots touching, -- head to head Facing on the single track, Half a world behind each back? This is what the Engines said, Unreported and unread! With a prefatory screech, In a florid Western speech, Said the Engine from the WEST: "I am from Sierra's crest; And, if altitude's a test, Why, I reckon, it's confessed, That I've done my level best." Said the Engine from the EAST: "They who work best talk the least. S'pose you whistle down your brakes; What you've done is no great shakes, -- Pretty fair, -- but let our meeting Be a different kind of greeting. Let these folks with champagne stuffing, Not their Engines, do the puffing. "Listen! Where Atlantic beats Shores of snow and summer heats; Where the Indian autumn skies Paint the woods with wampum dyes, I have chased the flying sun, Seeing all he looked upon, Blessing all that he has blest, Nursing in my iron breast All his vivifying heat, All his clouds about my crest; And before my flying feet Every shadow must retreat." Said the Western Engine, "Phew!" And a long low whistle blew. "Come now, really that's the oddest Talk for one so very modest, -- You brag of your East! You do? Why, I bring the East to you! All the Orient, all Cathay, Find through me the shortest way, And the sun you follow here Rises in my hemisphere. Really, -- if one must be rude, -- Length, my friend, ain't longitude." Said the Union, "Don't reflect, or I'll run over some Director." Said the Central, "I'm Pacific, But, when riled, I'm quite terrific. Yet to-day we shall not quarrel, Just to show these folks this moral, How two Engines -- in their vision -- Once have met without collision." That is what the Engines said, Unreported and unread; Spoken slightly through the nose, With a whistle at the close. | 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 HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A NEWPORT ROMANCE by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE |
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