Lovely and heart-rending commentary (along with the reading of the poem in the audio version!). So interesting about the line that doesn't rhyme, "In Flanders fields." That very "lonely" aspect somehow seems to enhance the "separation" or "hallowed ground" quality of the place "set apart" as it were.
And curiously, though there are, as you say, no other lines to rhyme with the phrase directly, I feel like (and, ok, this may just all be in my head, hearing what isn't really there -- but who knows?) the phrase itself, "in Flanders fields" with its intermingled repetition and combination of sounds and letters, ie, the f's , l's, n's, d's, and s's, has or conjures up -- I don't know -- almost a rhymerish feeling within the phrase, or maybe rather, as an image in my head suddenly strikes me, a meadow of wildflower-like "rhyming sounds" strewn here and there.
A favorite. If you go to the WWI museum in Kansas City there are booths you can enter to listen to songs and other recordings related to the war. A reading of this poem is one.
Lovely and heart-rending commentary (along with the reading of the poem in the audio version!). So interesting about the line that doesn't rhyme, "In Flanders fields." That very "lonely" aspect somehow seems to enhance the "separation" or "hallowed ground" quality of the place "set apart" as it were.
And curiously, though there are, as you say, no other lines to rhyme with the phrase directly, I feel like (and, ok, this may just all be in my head, hearing what isn't really there -- but who knows?) the phrase itself, "in Flanders fields" with its intermingled repetition and combination of sounds and letters, ie, the f's , l's, n's, d's, and s's, has or conjures up -- I don't know -- almost a rhymerish feeling within the phrase, or maybe rather, as an image in my head suddenly strikes me, a meadow of wildflower-like "rhyming sounds" strewn here and there.
A favorite. If you go to the WWI museum in Kansas City there are booths you can enter to listen to songs and other recordings related to the war. A reading of this poem is one.
A fine reflection for two days before Veterans Day and the day after an election.