Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BATTLE ON THE FLOOR, by NATHALIA CRANE First Line: My father was a soldier, so Last Line: A battle all her own. Subject(s): Fathers & Daughters; Soldiers; War | ||||||||
MY father was a soldier, so Some nights he talks of war; He tells of guns at "action right," The battlefield's the floor. He says: "My little daughter Nan, "There's art in every fight, "So push the chairs and rugs around "And set the battle right. "Put down the vase and candlesticks, "And throw the books around "We want to show a town in France, "With shell-holes in the ground. "Here's infantry and batteries, "And outposts, out before; "That piece of string will do for wires "Laid by the Signal Corps. "The enemy's upon the rug, "We've fathomed their design; "So now we'll bring the doughboys up "And charge the whole darn line." The captains, on the carpet, shout "Reserves are back too far" But the guns go into action with The smoke of Pa's cigar. Then Ma gets mad, and says that Pa Was shell-shocked once in War, Or else he wouldn't want to play At battles on the floor. She says that war is bad enough, And pretty rough, to boot, Without a battlefield at home, Or teaching girls to shoot. Then Pa, he stops the battle, and We put things in their place; We know when we have fought enough, By the look on Mother's face. But I'd just as soon be shell-shocked some, To know what father knows; I'd just as soon stay out at night In Franceand wet my clothes, For I'd like to see a battle fierce, With star shells up at night, With regiments upon the move, And guns at "action right." With cunning ammunition mules A-trotting to and fro, And personal friends a-shouting in The dark, "Let's go." I think that Father's quite correct Describing things to me, And all that war in rainy France That lies across the sea; For Father feels that every girl Should have some nerve and tone, And know just how to manage in A battle all her own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS |
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