In Flanders Fields - by John McCrae
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
MetaFilter readers wherever you are, please take a moment of silence to honour those who gave their lives so that we could live ours.
posted by PWA_BadBoy (75 comments total)
You know, normally I do not post like this, but this is an entirely unjustified post. Have you ever read any Keats? Something tells me Ode To Melancholy is a little more applicable than this.
This is a front page post that is broken (that extra 'q' kills it), 'extra-long,' and something that has been talked about before. It goes against every guideline and is inapplicable even read at a hyper-content-free post.
posted by j.edwards at 1:10 AM on November 11, 2001