Friday, November 11, 2011

11.11.11

No apologies for re-using this from last year.

True Requiem by Edgar Billingham.

Not for you, soldier, mourn we,
Young, and dead quickly,
But for you, schoolgirl, who never knew him,
Yet who must now go unloved and childless to the grave,
And for you, father, so proud,
And for you, mother,
Remembering the little hands.

True Requiem appeared in Edgar's book, Midland Poems, in 1944 and was praised by J B Priestley and described as 'one of the most poignant fragments of this or any war'.
Edgar was a founder member of Worcester Writers' Circle, begun in 1941.

6 comments:

  1. No apology needed. We must never forget.

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  2. Poignancy strengthened with an economy of words. Quite beautiful.

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  3. I was incredibly privileged to be in Trafalgar Square this year for the two minutes silence at 11 o'clock on the 11th November. An amazing experience

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  4. Run for money, run for fun;
    Show your honey, none will shun
    Your company, run, run, run!
    Rough, rough, rough, life is rough:
    I, he, she will laugh, laugh, laugh
    At those who don’t have enough.
    Laugh, laugh, laugh:
    That’s rough stuff. But life is rough.
    So run for money, run for fun;
    Show your honey, none will shun
    Your company, run, run, run!

    Ya Subhanallah!

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