Songs of the Rails: 'A million sparks of fire burst up, and then fall down like mimic stars''
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Alexander Anderson was born on April 30th 1845 in Kirkconnel, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland, the sixth and youngest son of James Anderson, a quarrier.
When he was three, the family moved to Crocketford in Kirkcudbrightshire where he attended the local school. Years later Anderson would take long walks in the surrounding hills finding inspiration for his poetry from both the stunning landscape and its local reputation for martyrdom.
At 16 he was back in his native village working in a quarry. Two years after that, in 1862, he switched careers to the railways becoming a surfaceman or platelayer on the Glasgow and South-western railway. He now used ‘Surfaceman’ as his pseudonym.
Anderson is recognised as one of Scotland’s leading poets and, as a young man, he spent much time learning languages such as French, German and Spanish well enough so that he could immerse himself in their poetry and better the quality of his own.
By 1870 he was sending poems to ‘The People's Friend’ of Dundee.
In 1873 his first book, ‘A Song of Labour and other Poems’, was published by the Dundee Advertiser in a print run of 1000. With the support of The People's Friend the run sold out within two weeks.
The Rev George Gilfillan, a poetry critic in Dundee, was also effusive in his praise. He wrote to Thomas Aird saying: "You will be greatly interested in his simple manner and appearance―an unspoiled Burns is these respects and not without a little real mens divinor. Of course you know his poetry and his remarkable history".
Examples of his poems were also published in the many of the time’s leading periodicals Good Words, Chambers's Journal, Cassell's Magazine, Fraser's Magazine and the Contemporary Review.
It was a good decade for him. Other poetry volumes were also published: ‘Two Angels’ (1875), ‘Songs of the Rail’ (1878), and ‘Ballads and Sonnets’ (1879).
In the following year he was made assistant librarian in the University of Edinburgh, and after an interval as secretary to the Philosophical Institution, which he seemed not to enjoy, he returned as Chief Librarian to the University.
Anderson would write no further volumes but would still occasionally contribute to periodicals and magazines.
Alexander Anderson died at his home in Edinburgh on 11th July 1909 at age 64.
He left behind a number of unpublished poems which were collected and published as ‘Later Poems’ in 1912
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Songs of the Rails - Alexander Anderson
Songs of the Rails by Alexander Anderson
Alexander Anderson was born on April 30th 1845 in Kirkconnel, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland, the sixth and youngest son of James Anderson, a quarrier.
When he was three, the family moved to Crocketford in Kirkcudbrightshire where he attended the local school. Years later Anderson would take long walks in the surrounding hills finding inspiration for his poetry from both the stunning landscape and its local reputation for martyrdom.
At 16 he was back in his native village working in a quarry. Two years after that, in 1862, he switched careers to the railways becoming a surfaceman or platelayer on the Glasgow and South-western railway. He now used ‘Surfaceman’ as his pseudonym.
Anderson is recognised as one of Scotland’s leading poets and, as a young man, he spent much time learning languages such as French, German and Spanish well enough so that he could immerse himself in their poetry and better the quality of his own.
By 1870 he was sending poems to ‘The People's Friend’ of Dundee.
In 1873 his first book, ‘A Song of Labour and other Poems’, was published by the Dundee Advertiser in a print run of 1000. With the support of The People's Friend the run sold out within two weeks.
The Rev George Gilfillan, a poetry critic in Dundee, was also effusive in his praise. He wrote to Thomas Aird saying: You will be greatly interested in his simple manner and appearance―an unspoiled Burns is these respects and not without a little real mens divinor. Of course you know his poetry and his remarkable history
.
Examples of his poems were also published in the many of the time’s leading periodicals Good Words, Chambers's Journal, Cassell's Magazine, Fraser's Magazine and the Contemporary Review.
It was a good decade for him. Other poetry volumes were also published: ‘Two Angels’ (1875), ‘Songs of the Rail’ (1878), and ‘Ballads and Sonnets’ (1879).
In the following year he was made assistant librarian in the University of Edinburgh, and after an interval as secretary to the Philosophical Institution, which he seemed not to enjoy, he returned as Chief Librarian to the University.
Anderson would write no further volumes but would still occasionally contribute to periodicals and magazines.
Alexander Anderson died at his home in Edinburgh on 11th July 1909 at age 64.
He left behind a number of unpublished poems which were collected and published as ‘Later Poems’ in 1912
Some critics, in reviewing
a former work of mine, took exception to the railway poems it contained, as being exaggerated in incident and over-drawn in treatment. In reply to these criticisms, I beg to remark that nearly all my railway poems are founded upon facts, and not a few of them upon incidents that have taken place upon a line on which I work. There are others founded upon accounts of railway accidents, seen in glancing over the papers in my leisure hours; while others, again, have for basis communications made to me by railway men with whom I came into contact in my daily work. I will frankly admit, however, to having taken advantage now and then—although in a very slight degree—of the license usually allowed to verse-writers of altering details in order to create a more complete whole.
One word more. I send out this volume, like former ones, in the hope that it may interest my fellow-workers on the railway, and heighten to some degree their pride in the service, however humble may be their position. I trust that its perusal may lead the engine-driver, among others, to look upon his iron horse
as the embodiment of a force as noble as gigantic—a force which has opened up for commerce and industry a thousand paths that otherwise would have remained undiscovered: a power destined, beyond doubt, to be one of the civilisers of the world.
Index of Contents
TO MY READERS
A SONG OF LABOUR
BLOOD ON THE WHEEL
A SONG FOR MY FELLOWS
THE ENGINE
CITY AND VILLAGE
BEHIND TIME
THE FIRST FOOT
RID OF HIS ENGINE
JIM'S WHISTLE
MOVE UPWARD
SONG OF THE ENGINE
ON THE ENGINE BY NIGHT
A SONG OF PROGRESS
THE FIRST BREAK
IN THE VANGUARD
BILL'S LENGTH
THE SPIRIT OF THE TIMES
ON THE ENGINE AGAIN
NOTTMAN
DUNCAN WEIR
THE BROWN GIANT
RAILWAY DREAMINGS
THE GODS AND THE WINDS
STOOD AT CLEAR
OLD WYLSE'S STONE
THE CUCKOO
THE DEAD LARK
JIM DALLEY
WHAT THE ENGINE SAYS
THE WIRES
BOB CRUIKSHANKS
THE VIOLET
FINIS
ALEXANDER ANDERSON – A CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY
MY READERS
A worker on the rail, where, day by day,
The engine storms along,
And sends forth, as he thunders on his way,
Wild strains of eagle song.
Or toiling on with heavy pant and strain,
As if within his breast
A god, bound by some splendid doom to pain,
Lies in his wild unrest;
And struggles like Enceladus, until,
Through all his shining length,
Each fire-fed sinew answers with a thrill,
And shakes and gleams with strength.
Then the wild vigour, shooting to its point
Of madness, fills each limb
That strides with one great sweep from joint to
joint
Of rails, that under him
Bend, as they feel his sudden certain grasp,
Or quiver as he reels,
And slips and slides with sullen grind and rasp
Of sternly-rolling wheels.
Or in the night, when darkness, like a veil,
Curtains the sleep of earth,
He flares along the pathway of the rail
Like a Titanic birth
Of some great monster from whose throat, as when
A new volcano wars,
A million sparks of fire burst up, and then
Fall down like mimic stars:
As with unwinking eye of glowing white
He tears the night apart,
And with broad spears of palpitating light
(The lightnings of his heart),
He shears the midnight with its shadowy shrouds,
Till every breath and pant
Mirrors and paints itself against the clouds,
Like northern lights aslant.
And swift as thoughts fling arches over space
In some worn giant's dream,
He rushes, crown'd with flame, upon his race,
The god of fire and steam!
Nay, when far out among the hills I lie
Beside the moorland streams,
Hearing them whisper forth with lulling sigh
Their little hopes and dreams:
He follows still, and from the distant bound,
His whistle echoes shrill,
Lapping with an invisible wave of sound
Each rift and shore of hill;
Or in the city, when I pace the street,
At one with all my kind,
Dreaming I hear in all the tramp of feet
The steady march of mind,
Moving to silent battles still unfought,
And seeing far on high
Standards, which truth with her own hands has wrought
For men to guard or die.
And hearing the firm tramp of peoples strong
In the high rights of man,
I move, as if one of the fearless throng,
A footstep from the van.
Till, worthy climax to my dreams, the black
Wild monster rushes on,
Along great arches that uprear their back,
Like Atlases of stone.
And linking surging street to street, he seems
Aglow with dusky scorn,
The swart apostle preaching wondrous dreams
Of days and years unborn.
For with him, like a prophecy that raves
Of some wild fruitful deed,
Go the great energies that kneel like slaves
Wherever men have need.
What marvel, then, that seeing, day by day,
The engine rush along,
That I send you, from out the four-feet way,
This book of railway