Saturday, August 10, 2019

Laurence Binyon — birthday remembrance

Ypres
She was a city of patience; of proud name,
Dimmed by neglecting Time; of beauty and loss;
Of acquiescence in the creeping moss.
But on a sudden fierce destruction came
Tigerishly pouncing: thunderbolt and flame
Showered on her streets, to shatter them and toss
Her ancient towers to ashes. Riven across,
She rose, dead, into never-dying fame.
White against heavens of storm, a ghost, she is known
To the world's ends. The myriads of the brave
Sleep round her. Desolately glorified,
She, moon-like, draws her own far-moving tide
Of sorrow and memory; toward her, each alone,
Glide the dark dreams that seek an English grave.



The following is copied from The Writer’s Almanac:

Today is the birthday of poet and playwright Laurence Binyon (books by this author), born in Lancaster, England (1869). He was deeply affected by the First World War, and though he was too old to serve, he is best remembered for his poem For the Fallen, which is often recited on Remembrance Sunday in Britain, Canada, New Zealand, and Australia. He wrote it in 1914, sitting on the cliffs of Cornwall and looking out to the sea.
An excerpt from For the Fallen:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

4 comments:

  1. a new poet... for me, i mean.... i guess it's not so surprising that WW1 turned out so many good poets, as it changed Europe and England permanently and the history of the region as well... i've been trying to remember any poets that came out of WW2 and i can't. i'm sure there were some, but they're faded in the mists of mind...

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    1. Browse and enjoy ...
      https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/91440/world-war-ii-poets

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    2. More specific...
      https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/91359/the-poetry-of-wwii

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