How in God's name did Columbus get over Is a pure wonder to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that well-read rover, Frobisher, Dampier, Drake, and the rest. Bad enough all the same, For them that after came, But, in great Heaven's name, How @3he@1 should ever think That on the other brink Of this wild waste terra firma should be, Is a pure wonder, I must say, to me. How a man ever should hope to get thither, E'en if he knew that there was another side; But to suppose he should come any whither, Sailing straight on into chaos untried, In spite of the motion Across the whole ocean, To stick to the notion That in some nook or bend Of a sea without end He should find North and South America, Was a pure madness, indeed I must say, to me. What if wise men had, as far back as Ptolemy, Judged that the earth like an orange was round, None of them ever said, Come along, follow me, Sail to the West, and the East will be found. Many a day before Ever they'd come ashore, From the 'San Salvador,' Sadder and wiser men They'd have turned back again; And that @3he@1 did not, but did cross the sea, Is a pure wonder, I must say, to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLOGNE; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |