Friday, November 10, 2006

Remembrance Day - November 11

They called it Armistice Day in 1918. Now it's Veterans' Day in the United States and Remembrance Day in the Commonwealth.

I love this poem. Dedicated to C.D. with wishes for a happier tomorrow.

Say Not, the Struggle Nought Availeth
Say not, the struggle nought availeth,
The labor and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
Arthur Hugh Clough ( 1849)


At 12:19 PM, Anonymous Maxine said...

Thank you, Susan.

11 November always makes me think of that railway carriage.....and the flowers of a whole generation all fallen too soon.


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