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Video: Leonard Cohen's Live Recitation Of "In Flanders Fields" - Los Angeles 2015
Remembrance Day has been observed on November 11 in Canada and other Commonwealth countries (it coincides with Veterans Day in the US) since the end of World War I to remember the members of the armed forces who died in the line of duty. The emblem of Remembrance Day, the red poppy, bloomed across the battlefields of Flanders in World War I and was memorialized in the lines of "In Flanders Fields." The poem, written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Expeditionary Force has long been a favorite of Leonard Cohen's, particularly because his father, Nathan Cohen, along with other members of his family, served in the War. As a boy, Leonard was fascinated with the handgun his father had used in the military and wanted to fight wars and earn medals as his father had. During the 1970s he wore his father's wartime ID bracelet. Proudly displaying the Remembrance Day Poppy, whether on the street or onstage, has been and continues to be a fundamental ceremony in Leonard Cohen's life.
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.
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.
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.
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.
