Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INSOUCIANCE IN STORM (ON THE ORE-BOAT 'HOWE'), by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP Poet's Biography First Line: Deep in an ore-boat's hold Last Line: Mid rushing hills of storm! Subject(s): Sea Voyages; Storms | ||||||||
DEEP in an ore-boat's hold Where great-bulked boilers loom And yawning mouths of fire Irradiate the gloom, I saw half-naked men Made thralls to flame and steam, Whose bodies, dripping sweat, Shone with an oily gleam. There, all the sullen night, While waves boomed overhead And smote the lurching ship, The ravenous fires they fed; They did not think it brave: They even dared to joke! ... I saw them light their pipes And puff calm rings of smoke! ... I saw a Passer sprawl Over his load of coal At which a Fireman laughed Until it shook his soul: All this in a hollow shell Whose half-submergèd form On Lake Superior tossed 'Mid rushing hills of storm! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO A SAILOR CHANTEY (ON BARK 'PESTALLOZI' OFF TRISTAN D'ACUNHA ISLANDS) by HARRY HIBBARD KEMP |
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