Anzac Day


It is Anzac Day. I have written about this before and there is little left to say. So today I will go with a simple commemoration with my favourite poet, Wilfred Owen.

Futility

Move him into the sun-
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds-
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
-O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?

- Wilfred Owen

And to close, the fourth verse of ‘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.

Lest We Forget.

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2 thoughts on “Anzac Day

    • Hi. Thanks for visiting.
      Yes, the war poetry is very moving. I have to thank my excellent 5th Form English teacher, she had us read the poets of WWI. I have loved Wilfred Owen ever since. :)

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