In Flanders Fields and Other Poems (WWI Centenary Series) - Softcover

McCrae, John

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Synopsis

"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." This book is part of the World War One Centenary series; creating, collating and reprinting new and old works of poetry, fiction, autobiography and analysis. The series forms a commemorative tribute to mark the passing of one of the world's bloodiest wars, offering new perspectives on this tragic yet fascinating period of human history. Each publication also includes brand new introductory essays and a timeline to help the reader place the work in its historical context.

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About the Author

Sir Andrew Macphail was a noted Canadian physician and man of letters. The founding editor of the "Canadian Medical Association Journal", he also published more than ten books. He was knighted for his literary and military work in 1918. The book for which he is best remembered is "The Master's Wife".

John McCrae was a medical doctor and poet. He served with the army in the Second Boer War and later in Europe during the First World War. The suffering and death he witnessed in the war became the subject of many of his poems, including "In Flanders Fields," perhaps the most famous Canadian poem ever written. McCrae died in 1918 and was buried with full military honours.

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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 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.

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