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.

John McCrae
(Guelph 1872 - Wimereux 1918)
signed Dec. 8, 1915
Quoted from: H. Verleyen, In Flanders Fields, 1995, Uitgeverij De Klaproos, D/1995/6526/4, ISBN 90-5508-001-2, 72 pp. (in Dutch). Handwritten text on p. 26, transcription on p. 25.

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