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Poem
May 29, 1948
The Seward Polaris & Kenai Peninsula Aleutian Chain News
Seward, Alaska
What is this article about?
A poignant elegy from the perspective of World War I soldiers buried in Flanders Fields, urging the living to continue the fight against the foe and honor the fallen by holding high the torch of their cause.
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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.
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.
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
War Military
Patriotism
What keywords are associated?
Flanders Fields
Poppies
War Dead
Torch Of Freedom
Remembrance
Poem Details
Title
In Flanders Fields
Subject
World War I Soldiers In Flanders Fields
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas With Irregular Meter
Key Lines
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.