Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EXODUS FOR OREGON, by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A tale half told and hardly understood Last Line: His dog to love, crept down among the ferns and died. Alternate Author Name(s): Miller, Joaquin Subject(s): Oregon | ||||||||
A tale half told and hardly understood; The talk of bearded men that chanced to meet, That lean'd on long quaint rifles in the wood, That look'd in fellow faces, spoke discreet And low, as half in doubt and in defeat Of hope; a tale it was of lands of gold That lay below the sun. Wild-wing'd and fleet It spread among the swift Missouri's bold Unbridled men, and reach'd to where Ohio roll'd. Then long chain'd lines of yoked and patient steers; Then long white trains that pointed to the west, Beyond the savage west; the hopes and fears Of blunt, untutor'd men, who hardly guess'd Their course; the brave and silent women, dress'd In homely spun attire, the boys in bands, The cheery babes that laugh'd at all, and bless'd The doubting hearts, with laughing lifted hands!. . . What exodus for far untraversed lands! The Plains! The shouting drivers at the wheel; The crash of leather whips; the crush and roll Of wheels; the groan of yokes and grinding steel And iron chain, and lo! at last the whole Vast line, that reach'd as if to touch the goal, Began to stretch and stream away and wind Toward the west as if with one control; Then hope loom'd fair, and home lay far behind; Before, the boundless plain, and fiercest of their kind. At first the way lay green and fresh as seas, And far away as any reach of wave; The sunny streams went by in belt of trees; And here and there the tassell'd tawny brave Swept by on horse, look'd back, stretch'd forth and gave A yell of warn, and then did wheel and rein Awhile, and point away, dark-brow'd and grave, Into the far and dim and distant plain With signs and prophecies, and then plunged on again. Some hills at last began to lift and break; Some streams began to fail of wood and tide, The somber plain began betime to take A hue of weary brown, and wild and wide It stretch'd its naked breast on every side. A babe was heard at last to cry for bread Amid the deserts; cattle low'd and died, And dying men went by with broken tread, And left a long black serpent line of wreck and dead. Strange hunger'd birds, blackwing'd and still as death, And crown'd of red with hooked beaks, blew low And close about, till we could touch their breath -- Strange unnamed birds, that seem'd to come and go In circles now, and now direct and slow, Continual, yet never touch the earth; Slim foxes slid and shuttled to and fro At times across the dusty weary dearth Of life, look'd back, then sank like crickets in a hearth. Then dust arose, a long dim line like smoke From out of riven earth. The wheels went groaning by, Ten thousand feet in harness and in yoke, They tore the ways of ashen alkali, And desert winds blew sudden, swift and dry. The dust! it sat upon and fill'd the train! It seem'd to fret and fill the very sky. Lo! dust upon the beasts, the tent, the plain, And dust, alas! on breasts that rose not up again. They sat in desolation and in dust By dried-up desert streams; the mother's hands Hid all her bended face; the cattle thrust Their tongues and faintly call'd across the lands. The babes, that knew not what this way through sands Could mean, did ask if it would end today. . . The panting wolves slid by, red-eyed, in bands To pools beyond. The men look'd far away, And, silent, saw that all a boundless desert lay. They rose by night; they struggled on and on As thin and still as ghosts; then here and there Beside the dusty way before the dawn, Men silent laid them down in their despair, And died. But woman! Woman, frail as fair May man have strength to give to you your due; You falter'd not, nor murmured anywhere, You held your babes, held to your course, and you Bore on through burning hell your double burdens through. Men stood at last, the decimated few, Above a land of running streams, and they? They push'd aside the boughs, and peering through Beheld afar the cool, refreshing bay; Then some did curse, and some bend hands to pray; But some look'd back upon the desert, wide And desolate with death, then all the day They mourned. But one, with nothing left beside His dog to love, crept down among the ferns and died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN BILL'S BEANS; FOR WILLIAM STAFFORD by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE FOUR POEMS FOR ROBIN: SIWASHING IT OUT .. IN SISULAW FOREST by GARY SNYDER ON THE OREGON TRAIL by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. AN OREGON DAWN by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON AUTUMN ON THE UMPQUA by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON HARVEST IN UMATILLA by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON OREGON HOLLY by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |
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