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At the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month …

11/11/2009

RemembrancePoppies … the Armistice ending the ‘Great War’ (WW1) was signed.  The poet Wilfred Owen was among the British Imperial Forces dead, estimated at 1,225,914 (GB + Ireland total: 994,138, of a pre-war population of just over 46 million. French losses constituted about 4.3 percent of the country’s  population. And always the wounded and maimed were more numerous).  It is perhaps significant that some of Owen’s finest poems, whose savage/poignant counterpoint is used with such power to lament the ‘war to end all wars’, were added to the Mass in Benjamin Britten’s War Requiem (1962). Britten’s towering and heartrending requiem was commissioned for the reconsecration of Coventry Cathedral, finally rebuilt – to plans by architect Basil Spence – after its destruction by enemy bombs in the Second World War.

Wilfred Owen was killed in action on 4 November 1918 during the Battle of the Sambre. His mother was told of his death on 11 November 1918, while church bells were pealing out all over the land in celebratory clangour.

It is always too late for some. All the more reason for us to remember them, with respect and compassion as well as gratitude.

 

Futility

by Wilfred Owen

Move him into the sun –

Gently its touch awoke him once,

wilfred-owen

Wilfred Owen 18 March 1893 - 4 November 1918

At home, whispering of fields unsown.

Always it awoke him, even in France,

Until this morning, and this snow.

If anything might rouse him now,

The kindly old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds –

Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.

Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides

Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

O what made fatuous sunbeams toil

To break earth’s sleep at all?

[Further information about Wilfred Owen:  in Englishin French]

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5 Comments
  1. 11/11/2009 00:50

    A lovely post Minnie, my post will be showing tomorrow morning. Thinking about these thing always makes me cry xx

  2. firebyrd permalink
    11/11/2009 08:37

    As you know I’ve been to Ypres and the Somme in the last three years. I have books of WWI poetry and none touches as much as Owen.
    I’m pleased that nowadays at least in England people are wearing their poppies until the 11th and observing the silence at 11am wherever they are.
    And war just goes on….
    xx

  3. Minnie permalink
    11/11/2009 09:23

    Cherie: thank you. Will be sure not to miss yours ;-). Yes, associated thoughts, ceremonies & services all make me weep, too. xx

    Firebyrd: yes, indeed. I miss my books.
    I think the increase in observance has much to do with a rather diffuse anger against the government – Iraq, Afghanistan, etc – & is an attempt to remember/reclaim some of the more admirable elements of our culture.
    As populations increase, so does the risk of all-out war.

  4. 12/11/2009 20:50

    Wow. Beautiful. What else needs to be said?

    Avery

  5. Minnie permalink
    12/11/2009 20:56

    L Avery Brown: welcome to my blog, Avery – I’m sorry it disappeared earlier (all my fault!). Thank you for your kind comment. See you again soon.

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