John McCrae

(30 November 1872 – 28 January 1918 / Guelph, Ontario)

In Flanders Field - Poem by John McCrae

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.

Form: Rondeau

Comments about In Flanders Field by John McCrae

  • (4/26/2017 8:15:00 AM)

    This poem sounds beautiful, but is in fact very unpleasant. It says we have to go on fighting because some people have died and we would be betraying them if we didn't. That would be childish if war were not so serious. But as it is, it is simply a recipe for more death and destruction. (Report) Reply

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  • Alisha Castle (3/23/2016 12:57:00 AM)

    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..................Beautiful lines
    (Report) Reply

  • (3/16/2016 2:58:00 PM)

    this peoms very good (Report) Reply

  • Michael Ryland (12/28/2015 1:19:00 AM)

    The most profound anti-war poem I have ever read. (Report) Reply

    Michael Scuffil (4/26/2017 8:11:00 AM)

    Anti-war? ? !

  • (7/21/2015 9:03:00 PM)

    He is so ugly Hello Kitty said goodbye to him. (Report) Reply

  • (7/21/2015 8:54:00 PM)

    connor lovett has to be the shittest person ever, personally I'd prefer to have aids then spend a second with him (Report) Reply

    A Person (7/21/2015 9:00:00 PM)

    He's so ugly Hello Kitty said goodbye to him.

    A Person (7/21/2015 9:00:00 PM)

    It looks like Connors face caught on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork.

    A Person (7/21/2015 8:59:00 PM)

    Connor will never be the man his mother is! ! !

  • Colin Cedar Bell (5/20/2015 9:37:00 AM)

    Beautiful writing. Though the irony is that soldiers die thinking they are fighting for freedom when more often than not wars are fought for greed and pride. The real war we should fight is against prejudice, against injustice and against those who for their greed are willing to sacrifice people without number. After winning that war maybe all the others could stop.. (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2015 1:36:00 AM)

    R I P 4 Eva So beautiful may we remember them (Report) Reply

  • (6/18/2014 10:03:00 AM) beautiful is the imagery in this write.....may all those souls rest in peace incredible piece of poetry... (Report) Reply

  • Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/25/2013 5:21:00 PM)

    I really like this. A lot. :) (Report) Reply

  • (11/22/2013 11:07:00 AM)

    They said that this poem was written write after John McCrae's friend died in battle. The poem signifies a lot of things one of the reasons why I liked it. This is great piece of poetry I for one assure that to anybody who have not read it yet. (Report) Reply

  • (11/20/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    Those who fought and died have passed to us the cause for which we fight. The dead do not rest until victory is won. It is our obligation to fight for our cause, and should we perish, pass on the torch until victory is won. (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (8/4/2014 5:06:00 AM)

    What cause is that? Rival empires fought WW1.

  • (8/4/2013 8:22:00 AM)

    Poem is full of feelings (Report) Reply

  • Jack Growden (8/4/2013 4:21:00 AM)

    One of my all time favourite poems! ! Please read my collection! I am a young, aspiring poet. Feel free to rate and comment on my pieces. Thanks, Jack Growden (Report) Reply

  • (1/21/2013 9:02:00 PM)

    McCrae, a surgeon on the Western Front, wrote this in 1915 when the terrible slaughter was already taking place, and yet in the third stanza he tells us he wants it to continue. Instead of advocating peace and an end to the senseless waste of lives, the dead are telling those who take their place to continue the carnage. How did a poem expressing such insane sentiments achieve the stature that it enjoys today. In the words of the doctor at the end of Bridge on the River Kwai, Madness! (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (8/4/2014 5:02:00 AM)

    Well said. An end to warmongering. Lunatic violence has returned to East Europe as we speak.

  • (1/8/2013 9:35:00 AM)

    Someone just does not get it! First of all the British did not start that war, but by jove we ended it, what would you rather we did? give up to the enemy? your stark staring bonkers...and btw we did not use mustard gas unlike the enemy ! ! ! We will never break faith with all our brave Soldiers. John McCrae got it right, spot on! (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (8/4/2014 3:38:00 PM)

    We did use poison gas, though Germany used it first. Russia was first to mobilise, though probably out of fear. The deep cause of the war, imo, was the unsound hereditary system of government.

    Stephen W (8/4/2014 3:33:00 PM)

    We certainly did use poison gas, though Germany used it first. to great outrage. Many of our brave soldiers came to regret joining up. It is far from clear who started the war, though Russia was first to mobilise, possibly because their mobilisation process took a long time, and they feared to fall behind. It is not clear why the war continued so long and then ended indecisively. Not much was accomplished except destruction.

  • (11/8/2012 10:04:00 AM)

    I like this poem because john had used alot of discribing words in the poem (Report) Reply

  • Emily Smith (5/22/2012 9:15:00 AM)

    I am sure Englishness is not a word! This poem is very true, John McCrae wrote this after his best friend Alexis Helmer was killed in World War One. (Report) Reply

  • (3/8/2012 10:45:00 AM)

    I don't believe In Flanders Fields is a pro-war poem; nor is it anti-war, it acknowledges the reality of war as a part of the human condition. (Report) Reply

  • Sylva Portoian (3/9/2010 4:45:00 AM)

    Flanders’ Poppies and Armenian Genocide

    People remember their wars,
    Never feel with others.
    Armenian Genocide was not a war
    But a real raping slaying with scimitars.

    Not recognized, yet by the English race
    Only by Welsh and Scots.
    So tell me was the Flanders poem
    True or False!

    If you’re English,
    Don't protect your Englishness,
    But the fairness!

    Scars can’t be forgotten
    Remains scars transmitted as genes
    From ancestry to ancestries...

    Accumulates to be seen as hill
    Like the Armenian skeletons’ hillside
    In the Syrian desert-Der Zor
    After nearly a century
    Remains… Lightening phosphorus.

    My dears,
    If you like to feel like a real human
    You can see all in the Internet.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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