Brett Johnston
August 23rd, 2009, 09:58 PM
This poem is the story of a sailors recursive itenary voyaging between ports in the iron helm ships of the 19th Century. Riding in the passageways, sloshing through rooms and always fearing the day the dark tower they ride in will be tested against another dark tower such as the Brown stone hewn lighthouse.
The imagery is very good and fits the descriptions of onboard conditions and the sailor has the soul of a romantic through Browning's words. The sailor sorrowfully returns to the dens of the ports but doesn't drink as heartily anymore but stares long at the photo of his lost friends and youth from some maiden voyage hanging in a photograph at his local port. He probably is counting out the number of ways to die onboard the vessel every time he sails. Strangely he curses the management and staff of the ships for enticing workers into such appallling dangerous conditions.
'Run over by machinery in tracks that will make no impression' - a fear of industrialized machinery.
I'll happily re-read it in error if anyone has a better interpretation!
The imagery is very good and fits the descriptions of onboard conditions and the sailor has the soul of a romantic through Browning's words. The sailor sorrowfully returns to the dens of the ports but doesn't drink as heartily anymore but stares long at the photo of his lost friends and youth from some maiden voyage hanging in a photograph at his local port. He probably is counting out the number of ways to die onboard the vessel every time he sails. Strangely he curses the management and staff of the ships for enticing workers into such appallling dangerous conditions.
'Run over by machinery in tracks that will make no impression' - a fear of industrialized machinery.
I'll happily re-read it in error if anyone has a better interpretation!