"In Flanders Fields" (ref. Wiki) is a
war poem in the form of a
rondeau, written during the
First World War by Canadian physician
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae.
He was inspired to write it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the
funeral of friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died in the
Second Battle of Ypres.
According to legend, fellow soldiers retrieved the poem after McCrae,
initially dissatisfied with his work, discarded it. "In Flanders Fields"
was first published on December 8 of that year in the
London-based magazine
Punch.
It is one of the most popular and most quoted poems from the war. As a
result of its immediate popularity, parts of the poem were used in
propaganda efforts and appeals to recruit soldiers and raise money
selling
war bonds. Its references to the
red poppies that grew over the graves of fallen soldiers resulted in the
remembrance poppy
becoming one of the world's most recognized memorial symbols for
soldiers who have died in conflict. The poem and poppy are prominent
Remembrance Day symbols throughout the
Commonwealth of Nations, particularly in
Canada, where "In Flanders Fields" is one of the nation's best-known literary works. The poem also has wide exposure in the
United States, where it is associated with
Memorial Day.....
Poem
An autographed copy of the poem from In Flanders Fields and Other Poems. Unlike the printed copy in the same book, McCrae's handwritten version ends the first line with "grow".
The first chapter of
In Flanders Fields and Other Poems, a 1919 collection of McCrae's works, gives the text of the poem as follows:
[9]
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.