das Gedicht von John McCrae

 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.

Von Major John McCrae – 1915 - Boezinge


'In Flanders Fields' ist ein Gedicht des Canadischen Militärarztes und Dichters John McCrae.

Es wurde Anfang Mai 1915 in Boezinge, in der Nähe van Ypern verfaßt.

John McCrae starb am 28. Januar 1918, während er Dienst hatte im Canadian General Hospital in Boulogne. Er liegt begraben in Wimereux (Pas-de-Calais, Fr.)

das Gedicht von John McCrae