I A traveller from the Old World, just escaped Our Customs with his life, had found his way To a place up-town, where a Colossus shaped Itself, sky-scraper high, against the day. A vast smile, dawning from his mighty lips, Like sunshine on its visage seemed to brood; One eye winked in perpetual eclipse, In the other a huge tear of pity stood. Wisdom in nuggets round its temples shone; Its measureless bulk grotesque, exultant, rose; And while Titanic puissance clothed it on, Patience with foreigners was in its pose. So that, "What are thou?" the emboldened traveller spoke, And it replied, "I am the American Joke. II "I am the joke that laughs the proud to scorn; I mock at cruelty, I banish care, I cheer the lowly, chipper the forlorn, I bid the oppressor and hypocrite beware, I tell the tale that makes men cry for joy; I bring the laugh that has no hate in it; In the heart of age I wake the undying boy; My big stick blossoms with a thornless wit, The lame dance with delight in me; my mirth Reaches the deaf untrumpeted; the blind My point can see. I jolly the whole earth, But most I love to jolly my own kind, Joke of a people great, gay, bold, and free, I type their master-mood. @3Mark Twain made me."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BOHEMIAN HYMN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |