John L. Sullivan, The Strong Boy Of Boston

Inscribed to Louis Untermeyer and Robert Frost

When I was nine years old, in 1889 I sent my love a lacy Valentine. Suffering boys were dressed like Fauntleroys, While Judge and Puck in giant humor vied. The Gibson Girl came shining like a bride To spoil the cult of Tennyson’s Elaine. Louisa Alcott was my gentle guide.... Then ... I heard a battle trumpet sound. Nigh New Orleans Upon an emerald plain John L. Sullivan The strong boy Of Boston Fought seventy-five red rounds with Jake Kilrain.

In simple sheltered 1889 Nick Carter I would piously deride. Over the Elsie Books I moped and sighed. St. Nicholas Magazine was all my pride, While coarser boys on cellar doors would slide. The grown ups bought refinement by the pound. Rogers groups had not been told to hide. E. P. Roe had just begun to wane. Howells was rising, surely to attain! The nation for a jamboree was gowned:-- Her hundredth year of roaring freedom crowned. The British Lion ran and hid from Blaine The razzle-dazzle hip-hurrah from Maine. The mocking bird was singing in the lane.... Yet ... “East side, west side, all around the town The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie--’ ‘London Bridge is falling down.’” And ... John L. Sullivan The strong boy Of Boston Broke every single rib of Jake Kilrain.

In dear provincial 1889, Barnum’s bears and tigers could astound. Ingersoll was called a most vile hound, And named with Satan, Judas, Thomas Paine! Robert Elsmere riled the pious brain. Phillips Brooks for heresy was fried. Boston Brahmins patronized Mark Twain. The base ball rules were changed. That was a gain. Pop Anson was our darling, pet and pride. Native sons in Irish votes were drowned. Tammany once more escaped its chain. Once more each raw saloon was raising Cain. The mocking bird was singing in the lane.... Yet ... “East side, west side, all around the town The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie’ ‘London Bridge is falling down.’” And ... John L. Sullivan The strong boy Of Boston Finished the ring career of Jake Kilrain.

In mystic, ancient 1889, Wilson with pure learning was allied. Roosevelt gave forth a chirping sound. Stanley found old Emin and his train. Stout explorers sought the pole in vain. To dream of flying proved a man insane. The newly rich were bathing in champagne. Van Bibber Davis, at a single bound Displayed himself, and simpering glory found. John J. Ingalls, like a lonely crane Swore and swore, and stalked the Kansas plain. The Cronin murder was the ages’ stain. Johnstown was flooded, and the whole world cried. We heard not of Louvain nor of Lorraine, Or a million heroes for their freedom slain. Of Armageddon and the world’s birth-pain-- The League of Nations, and the world one posy. We thought the world would loaf and sprawl and mosey. The gods of Yap and Swat were sweetly dozy. We thought the far off gods of Chow had died. The mocking bird was singing in the lane.... Yet ... “East side, west side, all around the town The tots sang: ‘Ring a rosie’ ‘LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN.’” And ... John L. Sullivan knocked out Jake Kilrain.