Tiden påminner mer och mer om hösten 1956

DÅ

den ena katastrofen efter den andra inträffade samma vecka:

Suezkris,  ryssarnas ockupation av Prag etc…

VARFÖR

jag blickar ner i naturens eviga skönhet

SÅ

som den avbildas av käre Eric Elgebrant

Men även där blir man påmind om krig och elände…

Vallmon från Flandern vissnar aldrig

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.

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 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.