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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES, by FRANCIS BRET HARTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Which I wish to remark Last Line: Which the same I am free to maintain. Alternate Author Name(s): Harte, Bret Variant Title(s): The Heathen Chinee;plain Talk From Truthful James Subject(s): Asian Americans - Chinese; Gambling; Chinese In The United States; Wagering; Betting | |||
WHICH I wish to remark -- And my language is plain -- That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar: Which the same I would rise to explain. Ah Sin was his name; And I shall not deny In regard to the same What that name might imply; But his smile it was pensive and childlike, As I frequent remarked to Bill Nye. It was August the third, And quite sort was the skies, Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand: It was euchre. The same He did not understand, But he smiled, as he sat by the table, With the smile that was childlike and bland. Yet the cards they were stocked In a way that I grieve, And my feelings were shocked At the state of Nye's sleeve, Which was stuffed full of aces and bowers, And the same with intent to deceive. But the hands that were played By that heathen Chinee, And the points that he made, Were quite frightful to see, -- Till at last he put down a right bower, Which the same Nye had dealt unto me. Then I looked up at Nye, And he gazed upon me; And he rose with a sigh, And said, "Can this be? We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor," -- And he went for that heathen Chinee. In the scene that ensued I did not take a hand, But the floor it was strewed, Like the leaves on the strand, With the cards that Ah Sin had been hiding In the game "he did not understand." In his sleeves, which were long, He had twenty-four jacks, -- Which was coming it strong, Yet I state but the facts. And we found on his nails, which were taper, -- What is frequent in tapers, -- that's wax. Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, -- Which the same I am free to maintain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEN MILLS: IN DIVES' DIVE by ROBERT FROST LONGSHOT BLUES by KENNETH FEARING THE CASE OF ALBERT IRVING WILLIAMSON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PIKER'S RUBAIYAT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IF YOU PLAY A GAME OF CHANCE by WILLIAM BLAKE 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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