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Titanic Poem

Post by Karen on Wed 2 May 2012 - 5:24

MR. HARDY AND TITANIC.

Mr. Thomas Hardy, the novelist, contributes to the June number of the "Fortnightly Review" a brief poem, entitled, "The Convergence of the Twain: Lines on the Loss of the Titanic." The twain are the iceberg and the giant ship: -

And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue.
In shadowy silent distance grew the iceberg too.
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event.

Source: Lloyd's Weekly News, May 26, 1912, Page 12

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Post by Karen on Tue 15 May 2012 - 20:27

Oddly enough, this poem appeared in 1911 - only six months before the Titanic foundered in the North Atlantic!

MA'S FLAG.

The deep-sea cables have spoken
'Neath keels of the waiting fleets;
Now the long, long truce is broken,
And rumours harry through the streets.
Unarmed in the house of Britain,
Unarmed and alone we snore,
With our hist'ry yet unwritten -
And Ma on the edge of War!

A fig for the Coronation,
And the smiles of Kaiser Bill!
They gave him a fine ovation
When he drove up Tower Hill!
What is the worth of his bowing
And what of his kingly call?
Lo! here are the nations rowing!
(Last month he danced at the ball!)

The Princes may intermarry,
And visit, and brag, and breed;
But it's Capital plays Old Harry -
And Labour supplies the bleed;
When Money is wild there's worry,
And battleships - pretty things! -
Start raising steam in a hurry,
And nobody heeds the kings.

It's Labour must do the fighting,
Or pay for the Jingo brag,
And keep all the scribblers writing,
Each one for his screaming rag;
The spoils go not to the victors
Who fight when they get the range,
But the gold-scaled boa-constrictors
Who swallow the world on 'Change.

We wait for the clash titanic,
For the first red flash and roar,
For the fall of stocks, the panic
That follows the blast of War;
But not as a well-armed nation
In a solvent land afar;
We shake like a poor relation
'Neath the Dear Old Flag of Ma!


Source: Penny Illustrated Paper, Saturday October 7, 1911; Page 474; Issue 2628

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