Thursday, 11 November 2010

The Last Post


The Last Post

Robert Graves

The bugler sent a call of high romance—

"Lights out! Lights out!" to the deserted square.

On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer,

"God, if it's this for me next time in France ...

O spare the phantom bugle as I lie

Dead in the gas and smoke and roar of guns,

Dead in a row with the other broken ones

Lying so stiff and still under the sky,

Jolly young Fusiliers too good to die."

4 comments:

  1. My gorgeous colleague Johnny is ex-Navy so we are always a bit sad this time of year. x

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  2. Haunting xx I remember driving across the Somme, the feeling of sober desolation and grief still on the land was undeniable.

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  3. Thanks for an idea, you sparked at thought from a angle I hadn’t given thoguht to yet. Now lets see if I can do something with it.

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  4. No music known to man is quite so haunting as the Last Post... I still get goosebumps thinking of how I heard its haunting melody float over the Gallipoli penninsula as the sun awoke on Anzac Day 2001 - one of the most emotionally moving days of my life!

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