Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TRAITORS OF CAPORETTO; A LEGEND OF TODAY, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Whose feet are these that plod all day Last Line: Shall perish as they fall. Subject(s): Army - Italy; Caporetto, Battle Of (1917); Italy; Treason & Traitors; World War I; Italians; First World War | ||||||||
WHOSE feet are these that plod all day The moon-white roads of Italy -- Strange prisoners of their guards in gray -- While children hoot and mongrels bay? Who may the miscreants be? Not theirs the gait of those who till; They tread the paces of the court; And, though they bear some shameful ill, They yet were noble once, and still Have trace of noble port. See, on the shapely wrists well-born, The clanking gyves, as they come nigh. And how contemptuously torn The missing gold once bravely worn To please a woman's eye. Can these be Austria's boasted blood, Debased for some new cruelty -- Her honor draggled in the mud, Her will swept aimless on the flood Of Prussian perfidy? No, read the riddle as they go: Upon their backs once straight and proud, One word -- that Italy may know Who dealt her the betraying blow -- Cries "Traditore" loud. These showed on Caporetto's day Against their land a Judas-league With those who scorn the knightly way Of manly strength in open fray, To conquer by intrigue. Then was unstrung as brave a bow As e'er o'ershot the walls of Troy. The world was wondering still, when lo! The conquered Alps, the conquered foe Turned swift against Savoy. Not Teuton valor did the deed: These undissevered tongues it was That spread the fatal lie, whose speed Outruns the rout, while thousands bleed To give the treason pause. No knightly heritage could save These whilom gentlemen of ease, Who, adding cunning to the knave, Cried not "Avanti" to their brave, But poisoned words of peace. They pass, from all the jeers and groans, Whom other groans and jeers shall greet -- Now struck by Tuscan clods and stones, Now spat upon by Umbrian crones, And Rome is yet to meet! There crowds shall prod them on their way With oaths; and women near their time Against the Evil Eye shall pray, And patriot statues wreathed with bay Shall clamor of their crime. And one impatient dawn shall see Each face turned toward a fortress wall, And at a shout of musketry Their all -- except their infamy -- Shall perish as they fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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