Comments on: Anthem for Doomed Youth by Archibald MacLeish http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2005/05/28/anthem-for-doomed-youth-by-archibald-macleish/ Fri, 18 May 2012 06:33:01 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.1 By: rinabeana http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2005/05/28/anthem-for-doomed-youth-by-archibald-macleish/#comment-3452 rinabeana Thu, 29 May 2008 02:58:28 +0000 http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2005/05/28/anthem-for-doomed-youth-by-archibald-macleish/#comment-3452 Hi Yvonne, Thanks so much for sharing. I've posted a few by Owen, but not that one. I'm glad you're enjoying the site. Hi Yvonne,

Thanks so much for sharing. I’ve posted a few by Owen, but not that one. I’m glad you’re enjoying the site.

]]> By: Yvonne http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2005/05/28/anthem-for-doomed-youth-by-archibald-macleish/#comment-3057 Yvonne Sat, 24 May 2008 14:10:21 +0000 http://rinabeana.com/poemoftheday/index.php/2005/05/28/anthem-for-doomed-youth-by-archibald-macleish/#comment-3057 This poem I believe was written by Wilfred Owen whilst at Craiglockhart Hospital during September of 1917. He did write: The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak "The young dead soldiers do not speak. Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses: who has not heard them? They have a silence that speaks for them at night and when the clock counts. They say: We were young. We have died. Remember us. They say: We have done what we could but until it is finished it is not done. They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished no one can know what our lives gave. They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours, they will mean what you make them. They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say, it is you who must say this. We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning. We were young, they say. We have died; remember us." also another called: Two Poems From The War. I am enjoying reading the poems you have here on your website. Regards, Yvonne This poem I believe was written by Wilfred Owen whilst at Craiglockhart Hospital during September of 1917.
He did write:
The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
“The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could
but until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished
no one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.”
also another called: Two Poems From The War.

I am enjoying reading the poems you have here on your website.
Regards,
Yvonne

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