Great Regulars: When I buy a poppy, I listen across

the years to someone else's painful memories (my grandmother's) of someone who was killed 23 years before I was born (her young brother). What we remember after so many years depends increasingly on the power of words and images--which are themselves formed of memories. In a week when we also remember the 70th anniversary of Kristallnacht, Isaac Rosenberg's words, tougher than poppies, ask to be worn close to the heart, and closer still to the brain.

In the Trenches

I snatched two poppies

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: theblogbooks: Poem of the week

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