Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Poem of the day


Cargoes

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amythysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.

John Masefield

4 Comments:

Blogger Angus said...

A sign of age that this used to be on the curriculum at school . Even worse I can still remember it .

8:58 am  
Blogger Winchester whisperer said...

Oh! I just heard it recently and loved it.

9:15 am  
Blogger Eurodog said...

Dutch galleons, WW.

12:52 pm  
Blogger Winchester whisperer said...

Well spotted, ED! I couldn't find a picture of a quinquireme from Ophir

7:54 am  

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