(Can't help thinking, with unbridled contempt, about Larkin's line about
'that sinister wreath-rubbish in Whitehall).
On 12 November 2012 03:16, P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> Rembrance Day, the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
> is taken very seriously in Canada which generally is not a big fan of
> militarism. The signature piece of Rembrance Day is probably the most
> famous of Canadian poems, "In Flander's Fields" byJohn McCrae. The second
> verse reminds me of Eliot's "The Hollow Men":
> 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.