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Sunday, 2 December 2012

Remembrance Day in Edinburgh

Remembrance Day, also known as Poppy Day or Armistice Day, is a memorial day celebrated in many Commonwealth countries to commemorate those who died in both world wars. 

A lot of British people buy red poppies from the Royal British Legion and wear them on their jackets or coats in memory of those who sacrificed their lives during the wars. 


I took some pictures in the Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh close to the Scott Monument where the grass was covered with thousands of crosses and poppies.







The holiday is celebrated in November, the same month when we celebrate All Saints Day (1st November) and Independence Day (11th November) in Poland. I personally have always liked All Saints Day. Going to the graves of your relatives, lightning candles, putting chrysathemum and praying make you stop and think about your life and its fragility. What is more, you show respect to those who have already died and if they are really close to your heart it is always a very emotional day. 



Let Us Hurry by Jan Twardowski


Let us hurry to love people they depart so quickly 
the shoes remain empty and the phone rings on

what’s unimportant drags on like a cow

the meaningful sudden takes us by surprise

the silence that follows so normal it’s unbearable
like chastity born most simply from despair
when we think of someone who’s been taken from us. 


Don’t be sure you have time for there’s no assurance
as all good fortune security deadens the senses
it comes simultaneously like pathos and humor
like two passions not as strong as one
they leave fast grow silent like a thrush in July
like a sound somewhat clumsy or a polite bow
to truly see they close their eyes
though to be born is more of risk than to die
we love still too little and always too late.


Don’t write of it too often but write once and for all
and you’ll become like dolphin both gentle and strong.


Let us hurry to love people they depart so quickly
and the ones who don’t leave won’t always return
and you never know while speaking of love
if the first one is last or the last one first.




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