In Flanders Fields and Other Poems - John McCrae - Страница 1 из 109

by John McCrae
[Canadian Poet, 1872-1918]
With an Essay in Character by Sir Andrew Macphail
[This text is taken from the New York edition of 1919.]
[Note on text: Italicized stanzas are indented 5 spaces. Italicized
words or phrases are capitalized. Some slight errors have been
John McCrae, physician, soldier, and poet, died in France a
Lieutenant-Colonel with the Canadian forces.
The poem which gives this collection of his lovely verse its name has
been extensively reprinted, and received with unusual enthusiasm.
The volume contains, as well, a striking essay in character by his
friend, Sir Andrew Macphail.
{Although the poem itself is included shortly, this next section is
included for completeness, and to show John McCrae's punctuation -- also
to show that I'm not the only one who forgets lines. -- A. L.}
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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

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