The poems of WWI continue to resonate
with us today because they speak to human feelings and experiences that
transcend time. Diana Gurney’s poem “The
Fallen” reminds us that holidays often highlight emptiness; we see the vacant place at the table, we fail
to hear the familiar voice, we miss the loved
ones we have lost.

The
Fallen by Diana Gurney
Shall
we not lay our holly wreath
Here at the foot of this high cross?
We do not know, perhaps a breath
Of our remembering may come
To them at last where they are sleeping,
They are quiet, they are dumb,
No more of mirth, no more of weeping,
Silent Christmas they are keeping;
Ours the sorrow, ours the loss.
Here at the foot of this high cross?
We do not know, perhaps a breath
Of our remembering may come
To them at last where they are sleeping,
They are quiet, they are dumb,
No more of mirth, no more of weeping,
Silent Christmas they are keeping;
Ours the sorrow, ours the loss.
If
you don’t like your history and remembrance served up by a supermarket, I
recommend the film Joyeux Noel – or just
take a moment out of the holiday bustle for silence and stillness as Diana
Gurney’s “The Fallen” suggests.
I l;iked the commercial and the poem...
ReplyDeleteBoth beautiful. Over by Christmas eh?
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