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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARCO POLO, by MARVIN BELL Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: He was heroic, fugitive, in love with the machinery Last Line: Devoured by the oriental machinery of the silkworm Subject(s): Explorers; Insects; Money; Polo, Marco (1254-1324); Sea; Skeletons; Exploring; Discovery; Discoverers; Bugs; Ocean | |||
1 He was heroic, fugitive, in love with the machinery of the sea, and every song he sang was of the sea. His smile was golden, and a skeleton's grimace in the earth, for every smile ends up in a grimace. In his famous hands, a chisel could whistle, and in hands such as his, an insect might sing. He whose chances rode the foaming oceans toward ivory-hued dresses of a new substance. Thus, among ashes, a scrawny angel may sing, from a naked belly, of a delicate emptiness. 2 When Marco Polo set his compass for gold and ivory, and his dictionary for Chinese, when Marco Polo set his chisel for a smooth bow (to stir the waves to foam) and a stern like ice, when Marco Polo fixed his stare on silky dresses and the porcelain look of China, and when he had sailed his scrawny machine to a fugitive corner of the globe, and the faces of his crew were ashen, and even the rigging grimaced like a skeleton, why then Marco Polo landed, and the caged insects sang! 3 With a chisel, he found his gold. And ivory, and ashes. With a borrowed dictionary, he talked and he sang. With machinery, foam. With machinery, the fugitive. With machinery, a grimace. With machinery, insects. With machinery, a skeleton. With scrawny rigging, a belly of ashes in a fugitive skeleton. With a chisel, the gold for machines to carry the burnished dresses to England, though he himself sang mainly of the gold. He was the Marco Polo of tea and gunpowder, devoured by the Oriental machinery of the silkworm. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALL OF OCEAN LIFE by JOHN HOLLANDER JULY FOURTH BY THE OCEAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE FIGUREHEAD by LEONIE ADAMS AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL |
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