God fashioned the ship of the world carefully. With the infinite skill of an All-Master Made He the hull and the sails, Held He the rudder Ready for adjustment. Erect stood He, scanning His work proudly. Then -- at fateful time -- a wrong called, And God turned, heeding. Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly, Making cunning noiseless travel down the ways. So that, forever rudderless, it went upon the seas Going ridiculous voyages, Making quaint progress, Turning as with serious purpose Before stupid winds. And there were many in the sky Who laughed at this thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG TO A DEAD MAN by CARL SANDBURG A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE IN A CUBAN GARDEN by SARA TEASDALE |