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From SALT-WATER POEMS AND BALLADS, edited by John Masefield, published by The Macmillan Co., New York, US, © 1944, p. 124; first published in SALT-WATER POEMS, © 1902.

Cargoes

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amythysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
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Analysis (ai): The poem juxtaposes three maritime eras: ancient, early modern, and industrial, highlighting shifts in global trade and cultural values across time through selective cargo lists.
  • Imagery and Diction Lush, exotic materials from distant lands in the first two stanzas contrast sharply with the industrial, utilitarian goods of the third, creating a sensory descent from romance to drudgery.
  • Structure and Rhythm Triadic stanzas follow a loose iambic rhythm; the first two employ flowing, musical repetition, while the final stanza uses blunt, clipped phrasing to mirror its subject’s harshness.
  • Historical Framing Unlike many early 20th-century poems embracing fragmentation or free verse, this piece uses strict form and clear imagery, aligning more with late Victorian sensibilities than modernist experimentation.
  • Tone and Irony The shift from majestic vessels to a “dirty” coal barge introduces irony about progress—industrialization is not advancement but a loss of wonder and grandeur.
  • Authorial Context Compared to Masefield’s nautical narratives and lyrical celebrations of seafaring life, this poem stands out for its critical edge and compressed satire, rare in his otherwise romantic depictions of sailors and ships.
  • Less-Discussed Angle While often interpreted as a lament for lost romanticism, the poem subtly critiques British imperialism’s evolution from plunder of luxury to exploitation of labor and natural resources.
  • Place in Oeuvre Among Masefield’s lesser-known short poems, this one is notable for its political undertone and economy of language, diverging from his usual narrative expansiveness.
  • Modern Engagement Though written in 1903, it anticipates 20th-century disillusionment with industrial progress, resonating with later critiques of capitalism and environmental degradation.
  • Cultural Contrast The poem rejects contemporaneous imperial pride by ending not with triumph but with the grim reality of mechanized trade, contrasting with the era’s frequent glorification of empire.
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    DualisticAbyss - Greatly penned

    Enjoyable
    on Jun 18 2025 10:19 AM PST 
    Peter83 - The analysis does not mention the first ship. There are three verses.
    on Jan 15 2025 01:14 PM PST 
    Anne Adhiambo Nyada - This is one poem I always find very soothing.

    Inspired me
    on May 09 2024 01:09 PM PST 
    - beautiful
    on Feb 19 2021 03:27 PM PST 
    ZimuPoet - This is how people and cultures met and the world has become one big place. A conflict, a war, armistice here. All good.

    Clever job
    on Jan 25 2021 11:38 PM PST 
    Sally Persons - Wow so Amazing

    Enjoyed it
    on Jan 12 2021 03:31 PM PST 
    John Lenmesin - Cargoes well Carhart
    on Dec 17 2020 03:32 PM PST 
    Anton Jarvis - Such a clever poem which needs to heard as well as read.
    on Dec 13 2020 04:43 AM PST 
    Fracas - Absolutely! It’s the rhythms of the poem that makes it so extraordinary. The quinquireme rows, the stately Spanish galleon whooshes, the dirty British coaster chugs. There’s a Soundcloud recording attached to your entry which alas ignores this.
    on Aug 05 2023 11:26 AM PST 
    Anton Jarvis - I don't think that's true at all, the intonation and rhythm of the recording is correct.
    on Aug 20 2023 03:02 AM PST 
    Zodiah - Back when the exotic was contrasted with industry.
    on Nov 20 2020 03:30 PM PST 

    Comments from the archive

    - From guest Dr Leslie Dobinson (contact)
    "Quinquireme of Nineveh" and the whole of the third verse stand out in my memory from my primary schooldays in 1932, and helped me to Google this website. Thank you!

    MOD MESSAGE
    You're most welcome.

    You might also like this http://oldpoetry.com/column/show/53
    Jim
    on May 28 2010 03:49 AM PST 
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    - Hi Yemassee, could you please take your comments off for his week....Please, Please
    on Mar 23 2010 02:57 PM PST 
    I-Like-Rhymes - You make an interesting point that has eluded me in the past.
    When I have read this poem I have concentrated on the idea of good things come in good packages. The stately almost regal wooden ships carrying the exotic cargoes and the squalid little tin ships carrying squalid little tin goods.
    Masefield is bemoaning the ever increasing triviality of what we ferry around the world.
    However he is also pointing out whether by chance or by design, the ecological disaster we are contributing too with this constant desire for only marginally different imports rather than settling for what we can grow and make ourselves.
    Thanks FT
    Jim
    on Mar 02 2010 09:40 PM PST 
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    - From guest Female Thinker (contact)
    Hmmm. I be but 18 and know little compared to some...but this poem just makes me feel like it was a story who's ending was ripped out. Doesnt it leave you all kinda feeling...depressed and melancholy? I mean I recognize the beautiful craftsmanship but it leaves me feeling ashamed and sad to realize that Masefield's efforts at writting this poem and sending a message to us was....disregarded, for look where we are at now...dont you feel a bit ashamed to feel so much joy from a poem that was crafted so that YOU would try and change the darkening path which our world follows? I hear all of ou say how this poem was a parcel in your past...and hearing all you say this saddens me...a man crafts a magnificent poem trying to get a warning out...thousands read it...and yet we are exactly where Masefield warned us we would be...It makes you wonder what does it take for a being to actually influence change without literally screaming at someone...or even more so is it simply a waste of time to try? hmmm...but maybe I am wrong...Masefield's abrupt stop at the british suggest the oncoming of modernization but maybe it was too much for Masefield to go any further...to fantasize the possibilities of our world today....im ashmaed to think at how Masefield would cringe at the sight of what our cargo ships bring overseas now. Alas, this is a momument of a poem.
    on Mar 02 2010 01:42 PM PST 
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    - From guest Kevin Westerman (contact)
    What an evocative piece of poetry this is as far as I am concerned. Not just because of it's subject imagery but also because of the images and memories it evokes for me of school days and memories of sunshine and gazing out of the high classroom windows at the wide blue sky and . . . . well . . . dreaming. Does any one of a certain age . . . those of us born at a more comfortable distance from the apocalypse, shall we say . . . recall listening to poetry being broadcast over a huge communal radio which was listened to by all the school in the assembly hall? Oh! and we all used to dance around to "Music and Movement" programmes . . ."Now children imagine you are being blown about by the wind" . . . . .
    on Feb 27 2010 05:25 PM PST 
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    - From guest Bob Johns (contact)
    Talking to my grand childen and my daughter (A Teacher) in Harrogate. They asked me to recall the words of Alice in Wonderland, The owl and the Pussy cat and various old songs, Window cleaner-George Formby and Stanley Holloway with Marriott Edgar's Albert and the Lion. Suddenly dirty british coaster and smokestacks came into my head as a poem we were "encouraged" to learn at school. Devonport High School actually in Plymouth. We too were to make the leap to galleons in the Channel, (Sir Francis Drake)the Armada and the numeroys other ships that ply their trade in the English Channel. I'm 62 now but still remember those days with fondness while I look forward to retirement here in Philadelphia, USA. Thank you,
    on Jan 24 2010 02:35 AM PST 
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    - From guest Ian Billington (contact)
    Alas, unlike most of the comments, I never had poetry introduced and read to me at school, some decicated chaucerian scholars and new age sci -fi afficionados - Ray Bradbury etc. I read just a two line exerpt in The Saturday Telegraph magazine some c. 9 yrs ago, and the words salt-caked smoke stack(like you Irene) have stuck with me since, how joyful to find the complete piece and to once again fit the Dirty British Coaster... Butting through the channel in the mad March days(Mad? -L. Carrol March Hares influence for fit - jumping seas ..presumably?) Thank you search engines.....
    on Jan 14 2010 02:36 AM PST 
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    I-Like-Rhymes - Your experience probably matches that of a couple of generations of English pupils. I remember learning this and Sea Fever about 8 years after you and then having to re learn them a few years back.
    There are many memorable phrases in both that stick easily in ones mind but the whole thing, though apparently simple, is so intricately crafted it is hard to remember it all.
    Masefield is one of the top three sea poets that Britain produced.
    Jim
    PS Do they still have the horse fair in Appleby?
    on Dec 21 2009 06:10 AM PST 
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    - From guest Laurie Milner (contact)
    Have been trying to recall this poem all day. Our class was make to learn it in about 1954 in the Appleby Council School in the UK. Appleby was then the County Town of Westmorland - now Cumbria. I obviously didn't learn it that well! TA.
    on Dec 21 2009 05:32 AM PST 
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    - From guest Kath Cheadle (contact)
    I was taught this lovely, evocative poem at junior school, back in the days when we received an education,and I will never forget it's beauty and simplicity. Our teacher emphasised the clever way Masefield used sybillant alliteration to suggest in one's mind the hissing of sleek prows through soft, blue mediterranian waters tipped by flashes of sunlight: sunny Palestine; sandalwood, cedarwood; stately Spanish galleons; emeralds, amethysts. In cold contrast, the final stanza sports hard, abrupt alliteration, as in Tyne coal, pig-lead and cheap tin trays. You can alsmost see the little, scruffy boat, puthering smoke, fighting its way through the choppy grey waters of the Channel, with its cargo rattling and clanking like the cheap tin trays!
    on Nov 09 2009 11:38 PM PST 
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    - From guest Sissil Tomlin-Baxter (contact)
    I was using a bath soap that smelled of sandalwood and remembered this poem that was taught to me in primary school in a remote village in Jamaica in the early 60's. Love the poem and thank my teacher, Stanley McCalla, now dead, who taught me to appreciate those classic verses.
    on Oct 27 2009 01:24 AM PST 
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    - From guest bryn.moss (contact)
    learnt at school some fifty years ago,perhaps in some way responsible for spending many years at sea.
    on Oct 22 2009 12:29 AM PST 
    - From guest Lynn (contact)
    like many others, I learned this poem at primary school where i was from 1960 to 1966. I have never forgotten 'dirty British coaster' and when googled up this came! It obviously made a deeep impression on many others. Those were the days when teachers really taught us!
    on Oct 02 2009 05:35 AM PST 
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    - From guest Bill McFadden (contact)
    How curious that a cosmetic company now sells a product "Nineva". (I think that is their spelling.) They should consider using "quinquireme" in their pitch. By the way, I too learned this poem in public school, ca. 1938. I am now 82 and still marvel in the joy such a beautiful poem can bring to one even after decades of slumber. Thank you cosmetic company for this awakening.
    on Sep 17 2009 01:18 PM PST 
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    - From guest T.G. Venkatnarayanan, B.A. (English Literature) (contact)
    Quinquireme of Nineveh; Home they brought her warrior dead; Kulblai Khan were some of the unforgettable poems that were taught to us in my school in a suburban Bombay (now Mumbai) in the mid-fifties. I had forgotten some of the lines and hence I had to surf the internet for the same. Once more my old fading memories got activated. Thanks. The teaching standards were simply fantastic in India till mid-sixties. But alas I regret for the falling standards of n o t only English but everything.
    on Sep 06 2009 06:24 PM PST 
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