Thursday, 11 November 2010

Remembrance Day

ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing down of blinds.

Wilfred Owen 1893-1918

Wilfred Owen was a British poet and soldier of the First World War.  He was killed in action in the Battle of the Sambre a week before the cessation of fighting.  The War Office telegram was delivered to his mother as the her town's church bells were ringing in celebration of the Armistice when the war ended.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning.  We will remember them.

2 comments:

Tracy said...

I was excited to see what post you'd have to today, Marie, knowing you'd have something wonderful... and it certainly is. Thank you for this beautiful moment to reflect and remember those who gave of themselves so we might be free. Happy Day ((BIG HUGS))

tea time and roses said...

Beautiful post of remembrance Marie. I salute our brave Veterans, and are truly thankful for each of them. Wishing you a beautiful coming weekend.

Smiles♥

Beverly