How In All Wonder... Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

How In All Wonder...

Rating: 4.0

How in all wonder Columbus got over,
That is a marvel 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 he should ever think
That on the other brink
Of this huge waste terra firma should be,
Is a pure wonder, I must say, to me.

How a man ever should hope to get thither,
E'e'n if he knew of there being another side;
But to suppose he should come any whither,
Sailing right on into chaos untried,
Across the whole ocean,
In spite of the motion,
To stick to the notion
That in some nook or bend
Of a sea without end
He should find North and South Amerikee,
Was a pure madness as it seems 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,
Sail to the West, and the East will be found.'
Many a day before
Ever they'd touched the shore
Of the San Salvador,
Sadder and wiser men
They'd have turned back again;
And that he did not, but did cross the sea,
Is a pure wonder, I must say, to me.
And that he crossed and that we cross the sea
Is a pure wonder, I must say, to me.

Sylvia Frances Chan 28 December 2023

Congrats on being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Classic Poem Of The Day.5 Full Stars

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Sylvia Frances Chan 28 December 2023

TWO: people still know nothing, discovering wonders of the world, exploring the real world, a very exciting battle/journey.5 Full Stars. Excitingly done!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 28 December 2023

ONE: This science has yet to be discovered. this was a time of new explorations explore the world, behind that west there is still a sea to sail, this is a time of sailing the seas,

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Thomas Vaughan Jones 06 March 2014

Oh well done, ancient and archaic scouser. The humour of it bubbles over into a historic anthem of our fearless old- time explorers. Not too long ago I saw an old fashioned sailing ship. It was smaller than one of our Liverpool cross river ferries. (And the old timers didn't have Gerry Marsden singing Ferry Cross the Mersey ad infinitum.) No wonder the venerable Mr Clough stood back in amazed disbelief. If he was still around I'd take him down to Lime Street and buy him a pint of real ale. (Not lager, mind you. Real men didn't drink lager in his day)

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Gajanan Mishra 06 March 2013

pure wonder.I must say.

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