Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EXCURSION: OR: O COLUMBUS!, by THOMAS MCGRATH Poet's Biography First Line: This morning is the morning when mrs. Murphy's treasure chest opens Last Line: And the seas fill up with the sharks of auld lang syne Subject(s): Explorers; Travel; Exploring; Discovery; Discoverers; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
This morning is the morning when Mrs. Murphy's treasure chest opens. All the ladies of the town get out of bed: naked: Except for their life-preservers -- it's a Significant Day! They put their brassieres on backward. Then: oilskins. And: rubber boots -- Using old garter belts for the proper nautical effect -- And they shinney up their husband's mainmasts to get a brief look at the weather, Singing a stave from Brecht's poem "Ballad of the Pirates": "Oh heavenly sky of streaming blue! Enormous winds, the sails blow free! Let wind and heavens go hang! But oh Sweet Mary, let us keep the sea!" Then just as husband is trying to box the compass, (surprising Weather, he's having) or get a bead on the sun, The women are off! In marine splendor! They are going Garage Sailing! Sometimes on lakes, sometimes on rivers, sometimes In ditches, and latecomers surfing on the last of the morning dew! Tacking and turning seaward to scud the bright blue briny! A beautiful day for garage sailing! And the bay is full (Or has its fill) of them. And they are so joyful! Splicing their mizzens and shivering their delicious timbers, And contriving, by Great Circle lingo, to thwart their neighbor's avasts! And what garages! Ranch types, terraced with cows and their cowboys; The Bide-a-wees: vinecovered, their roofs cloudy with Datsuns Mewing in Japanese against the perilous flood! There are Swiss chalets, chateaux and simple salt-boxes Confounding the whelming tide with that good old Puritan jazz, And the cineramic Protestant rectitude of Increase and Cotton Mather! Some, captains of gothic garages, are ringing their bells and gargoyles, While others, late starters, only now, on the meadows of plankton, Are reviewing their troops (or Old Salts as they may be called), While the Earlies, Msss. Flotsam and Jetsam, in pelagic disaster areas, Are seeking the spangled lamp whose dome is deeper and darker Than any drowned dingle or oceanic boudoir or sea chantey, Or trying to catch or ketch a bald hornacle on a plate of blue fish, Or snatch the black pearl of desire from the dens of the iniquitous Deep. But Mrs. Murphy's treasure chest has long -- alas -- Been emptied: by early lovers, couth and uncouth, by kith and kind, By kindred candid and unkind, by talking heads, heedless Of her need or nod or now't or naught or nix or nonesuch: And so the poor woman's bereft -- a soul in the dark night Sailing toward Nowhere among the long black boats of the dead. Still, here's a drowned dictionary, everything illegible Except for the words water and salt. But, as they say, Who needs it? The ladies mount their garages. They sail Back to their homes in Plague Harbor. Meanwhile the dictionary Dries. And the word "salvation" appears in the margin! Hot Damn! It's Mrs. Murphy's map to the Enchanted Isles! But the ladies have gone home again to their own treasures: Beer cans, children, husbands, mortgages, bills, adultery -- Home Sweet American Home! The garages are no longer sailing And the seas fill up with the sharks of Auld Lang Syne. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH |
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