The Mourning Father on the back steps of the Canadian Memorial at Vimy Ridge, detail. © 2013, John Shea

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Monday, April 9, 1917

"'No one cares less than I,

Nobody knows but God

Whether I am destined to lie

Under a foreign clod'

Were the words I made to the bugle call in the morning.



But laughing, storming, scorning,

Only the bugles know

What the bugles say in the morning,

And they do not care, when they blow

The call that I heard and made words to early this morning."

Quotation Context

Untitled poem [Bugle Call] by Edward Thomas, killed April 9, 1917, in the Battle of Arras.

Source

The Collected Poems of Edward Thomas by Edward Thomas, pp. 107–108, copyright © R. George Thomas 1978, 1981, publisher: Oxford University Press, publication date: 1981

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