by
John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
In Flanders Fields
Language: English
Available translation(s): FRE GER
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 amidst 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.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from falling 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]1 grow
In Flanders fields.
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First published anonymously in Punch, December 8, 1915
1 Ives: "the poppies"
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Peter Aerts (1912 - 1996), "In Flanders’ Fields", 1975 [ voice and piano or orchestra ] [sung text not yet checked]
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "In Flanders Fields", 2008 [ medium voice or medium-high voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Arthur Foote (1853 - 1937), "In Flanders Fields", op. 79 (Three Songs) no. 1 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "In Flanders Fields", from Three Songs of the War, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Michael Rickelton (b. 1983), "In Flanders Fields", 2006, from Battle Songs, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Dans les champs des Flandres", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) [singable] (Bertram Kottmann) , "Auf Flanderns Feld", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 97
Auf Flanderns Feld
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English
Auf Flanderns Feld Mohnblumen blühn -
wo Kreuze, Reih an Reih, sich ziehn,
dort liegen wir; am Himmel hoch
die Lerche fliegt, singt tapfer, doch
im Lärm der Schlacht hört keiner sie.
Gestern noch da, heute dahin,
sahn Tage kommen und verglühn,
wir lebten, liebten - - nun gefällt
auf Flanderns Feld.
Ihr müsst für uns ins Feld jetzt ziehn,
wir werfen euch mit letztem Mühn
die Fackel zu: Haltet sie hoch.
Und brecht die Treu ihr uns dennoch,
dann ruhn wir nicht, mag Mohn auch blühn
auf Flanderns Feld.
Authorship:
Based on:
- a text in English by John McCrae (1872 - 1918), "In Flanders Fields"
This text was added to the website: 2017-03-01
Line count: 15
Word count: 90