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In Flanders Fields
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Stored in: In Situ
Posted On: November 11 2008
By: Bryan Partington
Photo © valdab
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
2 comments on this Ink
On November 12, 2008, Greg Fallis said ...
You know, as a veteran of four long years of military service, I'd just as soon they let the torch burn out. I'd rather others didn't take up the quarrel. Let the quarrel die.
On November 15, 2008, Bryan Partington said ...
I think the torch is more a symbol of vigilance, that shines light in the dark on things both friendly and savage. That's a fairly romantic notion but it is a very romantic poem.
It is a torch, not a sword, afterall.
As for the quarrel, I think there are wars that must be fought, but we haven't seen one of those in a very long time. Viewed as an anti-totalitarian struggle, I think World War Two was not a quarrel to let die.
The poem is about the first World War, which was a more complicated affair in many ways.
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