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Слушать(AI)The Oldest Drama
"It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his father,
My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother. And . . . he sat on her knees till noon, and then died. And she went up, and laid him on the bed. . . . And shut the door upon him and went out."Immortal story that no mother's heart Ev'n yet can read, nor feel the biting
That rent her soul! Immortal not by art Which makes a long past sorrow sting
Like grief of yesterday: but since it said In simplest word the truth which all may see,
Where any mother sobs above her dead And plays anew the silent tragedy.
John McCrae
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during Worl
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