Friday, December 10, 2010


Yay!!!  Snow!  The first flakes are falling on the streets of Balmer. 

To celebrate, I asked the poetry enthusiast Norse Nathan to forward me a phallic snow poem.  He immediately thought of Walt Whitman's "To a Locomotive in Winter".  "Measured dual throbbing. . . connecting rods, gyrating. . . now swelling pant and roar. . . Thy great protruding head-light. . . Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple. . . ".  Oh my!  I'm a lot warmer now!  I think there may be something naughty about this train. . .

Thee for my recitative! 
Thee in the driving storm, even as now—the snow—the winter-day declining; 
Thee in thy panoply, thy measured dual throbbing, and thy beat convulsive; 

Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel; 
Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides;
Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar—now tapering in the distance; 

Thy great protruding head-light, fix’d in front; 
Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple; 
The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack; 
Thy knitted frame—thy springs and valves—the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels;

Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily-following, 
Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering: 
Type of the modern! emblem of motion and power! pulse of the continent! 
For once, come serve the Muse, and merge in verse, even as here I see thee, 

With storm, and buffeting gusts of wind, and falling snow;
By day, thy warning, ringing bell to sound its notes, 
By night, thy silent signal lamps to swing. 
Fierce-throated beauty! 
Roll through my chant, with all thy lawless music! thy swinging lamps at night; 

Thy piercing, madly-whistled laughter! thy echoes, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all!
Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding; 
(No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,) 

Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d, 
Launch’d o’er the prairies wide—across the lakes, 
To the free skies, unpent, and glad, and strong.

1 comment:

  1. I have heard of snow angels but not snow penis!!!!