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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

В полях фландрийских мак цветётПромеж крестов за годом год
Он - память нам; и в небесах
Неведом птицам липкий страх,
А нам приятна их игра.
Мы - Мертвецы. Ещё вчера

Across the sky, the clouds move,
Across the fields, the wind,
Across the fields the lost
Of my mother wanders

Last year the fields were all glad and
With silver daisies and silver may;
There were kingcups gold by the river's
And primrose stars under every hedge

In the licorice fields at
My love and I did
And many a burdened licorice
Was blooming round our feet;

Lord when I look at lovely things which pass, Under old trees the shadow of young
Dancing to please the wind along the grass, Or the gold stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves;
Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than t...

What would'st thou have for easement after grief, When the rude world hath used thee with despite, And care sits at thine elbow day and night, Filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief
To me, when life besets me in such wise, 'Tis sweetest t...

Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr
Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, was this:
To think away the grass, the trees, the clouds,
Not to transform them into other things,

they thought the field was wasting
and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and
piled them into a barn they say that the rocks were shaped
some of them scratched with triangles and other forms they