Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HERE IS MUSIC: FIRE GUARD AREA OFFICER: 1, by AUSTIN PHILIPS First Line: What time, day long, from house to house, from door Last Line: "honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." Subject(s): Aviation & Aviators; Courage; Fights; Firefighters; Guard Duty; Honor; Patriotism; Valor; Bravery | ||||||||
WHAT time, day long, from house to house, from door To door, from street to street, from lane to square, Where duty drives, as Grand Inquisitor I go a-foot, full fain to make repair For inquisition ... what time aim to bring The human touch to forced intrusion, fling Formality to the Four Winds, make play To askand win as favourthat I may Command ... what time swims kindness to my ken. ... What time I win quick, gen'rous help ... I say, "Honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." What time some toilertorn by twelve hours' dour, Faithful, unceasing, soul-destroying care Of intricate machine or task which wore His force and fibres thin, at length laid bare His nerves themselvesspews forth long-smouldering, Up-welling wrath and fierce, heart-issuing Anger, turns obstinate, instant to inveigh Against injustice, vows to disobey, Swears he is "through with fire-watching", and when He smiles, sees reason ... chants my heart this lay, "Honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." What time, fresh back from work, scarce free to devour Food long o'erdue, scant leisure to prepare Yourself, to cleanse o'erlaid exterior Of mingled dust and sweat whose mask you wear Not as concealment but as covering That tells your task, stands to reveal, to cling, Proof of that 'Portland'-called cement which day By day chokes ears, eyes, lungs like cankering clay. ... What time you throng to listen once again To lecturing me, I think, sans let, sans stay, "Honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." What time, from loved allotment filched, devoir You do, devoted, stand to see and hear Me show 'dry drill' with stirrup-pump an hour On summer eve, with patience proud and rare, Indulgent watch me, mentor, down-lying On sun-scorch'd pavement for your monishing, Teach you appointed and appropriate way To fight fire-bombs slow-fused with foul delay, Dropped by imaginary, alien Aircraft ... what time I order, you obey, "Honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." What time, when Hunter's Moon and Harvest dow'r, In midnight watch, blest beams, make naked, clear, Building and roadway ... what time, brilliant, hoar, December pavements glister 'neath full glare. ... What time the Siren shrieks and sees me spring Forth from warm sheets, finds me, fast-hurrying From point to point, meet, greet, be greeted, pay Brief word of tribute, gaze at search-light's ray, Catch sight of raiderlone, but foretoken Of fellow-murderersI pass on and pray, "Honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." Envoi But most, what time Hells' devils, duelling In dire and dreadful earnest, rioting In obscene, infamous ecstasy o'er-lay The night, the day with death, strike down and slay, First with fierce blast, foul fragmentation, then Fuel those fires you fight with fierce essay, "Honour be yours, strong, brave, true, steadfast countrymen." | 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 A BALLADE OF GREEN FIELDS; FOR F.W.M. by AUSTIN PHILIPS |
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