Icon by Robert Salazar Jr and Cassie McKown (The Noun Project)
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Casabianca is the name of a young boy sailor. This poem is based on a true story from 1798. Casabianca will not leave his burning ship in the middle of a sea battle until his father, the commander of the ship, tells him he can.
Read the poem aloud, or watch the video or listen to the audio you can find in the grey toolbar to the right of the poem. What happens to Casabianca?
Each verse of this poem is like a little scene in a film. To start learning this poem for a performance, try drawing each scene. Then write out the lines that go with it, or add the lines so it's like a comic or graphic novel. Have fun being creative with it - and then use the images to help you remember the lines!
When you perform the poem, think about how to handle the two voices - the voice of the narrator telling us the story, and Casabianca's voice. How do you want each to sound?
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck,
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames rolled on – he would not go,
Without his father’s word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud – ‘Say, father, say
If yet my task is done?’
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father!’ once again he cried,
‘If I may yet be gone!’
– And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath
And in his waving hair;
And look’d from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair.
And shouted but once more aloud,
‘My father! must I stay?’
While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound –
The boy – oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part,
But the noblest thing which perished there,
Was that young faithful heart.