Marry a Choice Updated
Oct. 31st, 2005 10:03 amIf you hadn't noticed, and are interested, chapter 12 of Marry a choice is up at The Petulant Poetess, and in queue at Ashwinder.
Chapter summary: Hermione's parents meet Remus.
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When you see this, post a poem you like in your LiveJournal.
This gets me teary every time, especially when I remember visiting the National War Memorial in Canberra, and seeing the walls of names with red poppies splattering the surface. If I ever go to Versailles, I'm sure it will be even more poignant.
In Flanders Fields
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.
...Lt. Col. John Macrae
On a more cheerful note, here's the Bernard Pivot Questionnaire which I blatantly stole from Inside the Actor's Studio. It was my favorite part of the show (back when I had cable and could watch it).
( The Questions )
Chapter summary: Hermione's parents meet Remus.
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When you see this, post a poem you like in your LiveJournal.
This gets me teary every time, especially when I remember visiting the National War Memorial in Canberra, and seeing the walls of names with red poppies splattering the surface. If I ever go to Versailles, I'm sure it will be even more poignant.
In Flanders Fields
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.
...Lt. Col. John Macrae
On a more cheerful note, here's the Bernard Pivot Questionnaire which I blatantly stole from Inside the Actor's Studio. It was my favorite part of the show (back when I had cable and could watch it).
( The Questions )