Rudyard Kipling, The Secret of the
MachinesWe were taken from the ore-bed and
the mine,
We were melted in the furnace and the pit
We were cast and wrought and hammered to design,
We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit.
Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask,
And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:
And now if you will set us to our task,
We will serve you four and twenty hours a day!
We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and jump and swim and fly and dive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write!
Would you call a friend from half across the world?
If youll let us have his name and town and state,
You shall see and hear your crackling question hurled
Across the arch of heaven while you wait.
Has he answered? Does he need you at his side?
You can start this very evening if you choose,
And take the Western Ocean in the stride
Of seventy thousand horses and some screws!
The boat-express is waiting your command!
You will find the Mauretania at the quay,
Till her captain turns the lever neath his hand,
And the monstrous nine-decked city goes to sea.
Do you wish to make the mountains bare their head
And lay their new-cut forests at your feet?
Do you want to turn a river in its bed,
Or plant a barren wilderness with wheat?
Shall we pipe aloft and bring you water down
From the never-failing cisterns of the snows,
To work the mills and tramways in your town,
And irrigate your orchards as it flows?
It is easy! Give us dynamite and drills!
Watch the iron-shouldered rocks lie down and quake
As the thirsty desert-level floods and fills,
And the valley we have dammed becomes a lake.
But remember, please, the Law by which we live,
We are not built to comprehend a lie,
We can neither love nor pity nor forgive,
If you make a slip in handling us you die!
We are greater than the Peoples or the Kings
Be humble, as you crawl beneath our rods!
Our touch can alter all created things,
We are everything on earthexcept The Gods!
Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes,
It will vanish and the stars will shine again,
Because, for all our power and weight and size,
We are nothing more than children of your brain!
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The poem "The
Secret of the Machines" by Rudyard Kipling, a famous British poet, is about the great
status of machines in the age of the industrial progress. The poet qualifies machines to
define the situation from their point of view.
At the beginning they describe how they were built and what their abilities are. After the
illustration of the improvement in human relations over large distances assisted by
machines for telecommunication, they mention the mobilisation which makes bridging these
distances possible.
Besides the machines point out how able they are to transform nature.In the last but one verse it is described which differences there are
between humans and machines and which status they have in the world: they are more
important and stronger than every human being, but they are no gods.
The poem finishes with a reminder that machines are transitory and after all created by
humans.
At the beginning of the poem the rhythm is very regular and
strong because of the cross rhyme and the metrical foot which illustrate the regular and
monotonous work of the machines very onomatopoetically. This impression is underlined by
the similar structure of the sentences, too.
When the machines describe the things they make possible
the rhythm does not sound so disjointed any more but still very dynamic. At the end when
there is a new aspect in the poem the rhythm changes again and becomes softer and more
harmonic.
These formal observations reflect the content of the poem:
Kipling describes the advantages of the industrial society at the beginning of the 20th
century, before turning to the disadvantages. Due to his direct appeal to the reader it
seems very lively when he describes how it is possible to communicate with a friend who
lives very far away and needs help.
The next stanza is about the Mauretania, a big ocean liner
which had its maiden voyage in 1907. During all these descriptions (for example: "and
the monstrous nine-decked city goes to sea") you get the impression that the writer
is very impressed by all those inventions and improvements and that he is proud of living
in an age of such a change in which it is even possible to transform nature assisted by
machines.
But he also makes clear that machines are no human beings,
because they have no soul ("We can neither love nor pity nor forgive"). Though
the machines say that they are "greater than the peoples or the kings", Kipling
underlines that they are not the Gods as many people thought in that time. In the last
stanza the poet conveys to us that machines are transitory and that you should not forget
that they are not individuals but human creations.
I like this poem, because it describes many aspects of the
theme though it is not easy to understand that the new inventions of the industrial
revolution were such a big change for the people of its time. But in my opinion Rudyard
Kipling makes clear very well how fascinated he is by those developments. Maybe in this
way he could have convinced the sceptical people who were afraid of the revolution.
So he shows an optimistic view of the world, which is very helpful in every age.
(I.Z., 11b, March 2005) |