Tuesday, December 31, 2002

The Pilgrims Comments

Rating: 3.6

An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;
Some clustered graves where half our memories lie;
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John McCrae
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Khairul Ahsan 23 June 2018

Loved the second stanza the most. The concluding four lines also left a deep impression on my mind: 'The mists fell back upon the road below; Broke on our tired eyes the western light; The very graves were for a moment bright: And this was Death.' A masterpiece, no doubt!

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Susan Williams 22 June 2018

An elegantly written poem about our pilgrimage in life and how we act upon that journey to the grave. I am reading more by him!

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Dr Antony Theodore 22 June 2018

The mists fell back upon the road below; Broke on our tired eyes the western light; graves, this was death......... very nice poem. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 June 2018

Life and death! ! This journey. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Anil Kumar Panda 22 June 2018

The path leads us to the grave. There is no escape. A very nice poem with a deep meaning related to life and death. Thanks a lot for sharing such a beautiful poem.

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Kayode Are 22 June 2018

Very striking: contrast of graves washed by grim shadow or western light as interchangeable for life or death.

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 22 June 2018

Such a nice write... I admire the brilliance of stanza 2

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Ruta Mohapatra 22 June 2018

A beautiful and sad poem! All that remains in the end are graves! Thanks for sharing!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 22 June 2018

Such a fine poem by John McCrae👍👍👍

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Robert Murray Smith 22 June 2018

I liked the format of this poem.

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