Tag: Poetry

In Flanders Fields

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…

WWI Poetry

Poets have long used their poignant words to laud, memorialize, describe, and decry war. WWI poets were no different; it was the war itself which was different, with a record around 10 million soldiers dead. This was the War to End All Wars, a rather poetic statement in and of itself, albeit one proved untrue…