ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH
- What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
- Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
- Can patter out their hasty orisons.
- No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
- Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
- And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
- What candles may be held to speed them all?
- Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
- Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
- The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
- Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
- And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
While attending Mount Allison University from 2009 - 2012, one of the very best things I did, was to take a English Literature course from Professor Emeritus, Michael Thorpe.
- I was never a huge poetry reader as I hadn't been exposed to a lot of it in school growing up. But after I enrolling in this class, and from that time forward, I changed my perspective toward poetry and about war.
- The language of poetry helps us to understand the human condition, as it is a living thing and can change our lives.
Thanks to Professor Thorpe, I developed a deeper understanding of war, the suffering it brings, and it disturbed me more profoundly trying to comprehend why we are such a warring species. The above poem by famous war poet Wilfred Owen especially, touched me deeply.
- This Remembrance Day, I pray for peace in the world, and for all the those in service, and victims of war, past and present, and for all of their families.
Woman of War - Catherine Meyers