pynchon-l-digest V2 #2195

[Jasper Fidget]

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 McRae, 1915

----- Original Message ----- 
From: <MalignD at aol.com>
To: <pynchon-l at waste.org>
Sent: Sunday, October 28, 2001 11:52 PM
Subject: Re: Re: Re: pynchon-l-digest V2 #2195


> <<Ooops! The dead will rejoice to hear this>>
> 
> They will not.  It is incumbent upon the living to address the outrage 
> against the dead.
> 
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>