IN FLANDERS FIELD 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
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 ...
John McCrae, physician and poet of "In Flanders Fields" The poppy, which takes centre stage in the poem, became a worldwide symbol of the sacrifice of soldiers on the battlefield, but more recently has itself become the subject of controversy.Walter A J J Hermens... WAJJ Hermens,PC We...
比利时佛兰德是第一次世界大战期间西线的最北端,成为战场上受破坏最严重的地区之一。 The war turned the beautiful countryside into a field of mud where nothing could grow. But poppy flowers sprouted on the land of thousands of dead men. 战争把美丽的乡村变成了一片无法生长的废墟。只有虞美人在数千名...
” They have all the training, physical abilities, and fine-tuned senses, but because they are in fear of the men on the other side of the battlefield, are more likely to die than a little, seemingly helpless, rat. Once more the rat is elevated above humans. This will continue in ...
As a 15 year old in Alabama some 67 years ago, my English teacher Miss Johnson introduced this poem to our 9th grade class. Lone Dog and Flanders Field are the two poems that stuck in my mind all these years Posted 05/14/2024 11:11 PM ...
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Scattered like shells on Egyptian sands, They lie with pale brows and brave, broken hands, they are strewn like blossoms mown down by chance On the blood-brown meadows of Flanders and France. Can ye measure the grief of the tears I weep Or compass the woe of the watch I keep? Or the...
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 在佛兰德斯战场,虞美人随风飘荡 一行又一行,绽放在殇者的十字架之间, ...