Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD BRADDOCK, by JOHN VANCE CHENEY Poet's Biography First Line: Fire! Fire in allentown Last Line: Know how he felldead. Subject(s): Courage; Fire; Valor; Bravery | ||||||||
FIRE! Fire in Allentown! The Women's Buildingit must go. Mothers wild rush up and down, Despairing men push to and fro; Two stories caughtone story more See! leaps old Braddock to the fore Braddock, full three-score. Like a high granite rock His good gray hair looms huge and bare: Firm as a rock in tempest shock He towers above the tallest there. "Conrad!" 'Tis Braddock to his son, The prop he thinks to lean upon When his work is done. Conrad, the young and brave, Unflinching meets his father's eye: "Who would now the children save, That they die not, himself must die." On his white face no touch of fear, But, oh, it is so sweet, so dear Life at twenty year! "Fatherfather!" A quick Embrace, and he has set his feet On the ladder. Rolling thick, The flame-shot smoke chokes all the street, Blinds so only one has descried Her form that, through its dreadful tide. Springs to Conrad's side. Too late she sets him free High overhead his father's call; From a height no eye can see Calls hoary Braddock down the wall, "Old men are Death's, let him destroy; Young men are Life's, Conrad, my boy Life and Love's, my boy!" Wilder the women's cries, Hoarser the shouts of men below; Sheets of fire against the skies Set all the stricken town aglow. With sweep and shriek, with rush and roar, The flames shut round old Braddock hoar Braddock, full three-score. "Save, save my children, save!" "Ay, ay!" all answer, speak as one, "If man's arm can from the grave Bring back your babe, it will be done; Know Braddock still is worth us all. Harkhark! It is his own brave call, Backback from the wall!" GodGod, that it should be! As savagely the lashed wind veers, Fiercer than the fiery sea The frantic crowd waves hands, and cheers: An old man high in whirl of hell! The children,how, no soul can tell, Braddock holds them well. Shorn all that good gray head With snows of sixty winters sown; Gripped around the children's bed, One arm is shriveled to the bone; "Old men are Death's, let him destroy; Young men are Life's, Conrad, my boy Life's and Love's, my boy!" Fire! Fire in Allentown! Though 'twas a hundred years ago, How the babes were carried down To-day the village children know. They know of Braddock's good gray head, They know the last great words he said, Know how he felldead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNLESS IT WAS COURAGE by MARVIN BELL THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ON THE OREGON COAST; FOR WILLIAM STAFFORD by ROBERT BLY WORDS WITH WALLACE STEVENS by ROBERT BLY BUFFALO CLOUDS OVER THE MAESTRO HOON by NORMAN DUBIE A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OH, THE WATER by DORIANNE LAUX THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY |
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