Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ARTIE BUCK'S MACHINE, by P. C. KIBBE First Line: By intense toil a rig I wrought Last Line: And crush cold logic's steady light. Subject(s): Automobiles; Love - Materialism; Cars | ||||||||
By intense toil a rig I wrought By which I read my neighbor's thought. I made it so that I could set A dial that would always let Me pick a neighbor that I knew, And it would tell his thoughts so true. I'm sure you'd laugh to see the way His likes and loves and hates would stray. I turned it onto Bill McPheer, Who lives in a small cottage near. He fussed because the crops were bad, And many things he wished he had, And then of money's urgent need, And of the garden he should weed. He'd like to get a better job, Tonight he'd stop and talk with Bob. A world of other petty things Flashed out to me on tireless wings. I turned it onto Mary Brash, On whom I spend my love,and cash. She'd promised me she'd love for aye, And marry me some other day: 'I like him some, but I can see He's not the kind for girls like me, For modern girls must have some fun, And pretty autos that will run With smoother purr and greater power In tune to eighty miles per hour. Poor Artie Buck, he and his car Are slow and clumsy and by far Behind the times for girls like me, Who have a world of things to see. Now Teddy Jones has got a car That's new and bright and faster far, And he'll whizz past Arlena Moe, Who thinks she's smart with her new beau But Artie gives me lots of things, I sure would miss all that he brings; I can't keep him and Teddy too, I wonder what I ought to do." I turned it onto Mother Wright, A woman old and poor of sight: Her thoughts beneath the surface lay, I could not tell you what they say. She worded thoughts of common ill And daily cares, as people will. That's on the top,beneath it lies A soul that God would not despise. A flood of love for man and God, And all that live above the sod. I wondered then if logic ought To be the rule of human thought. Might it not be that force and might That crush beneath it human right, Are based on logic's subtle claim, And selfish strife and wrongful aim; While truth and love and right are all A wordless impulse that will call The truest springs of human right, And crush cold logic's steady light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRIVING ALONGSIDE THE HOUSANTONIC RIVER ALONE ON A RAINY APRIL NIGHT by WILLIAM MATTHEWS OLD SONG FOR THE BO by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN THE GREEN AUTOMOBILE by ALLEN GINSBERG THAT'S THE SUM OF IT by DAVID IGNATOW WINDSHIELD by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG REAR VISION by WILLIAM JAY SMITH DUET, WITH MUFFLED BRAKE DRUMS by JOHN UPDIKE |
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