(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.