"Rouge Bouquet" or "The Wood Called Rouge Bouquet" is a lyric

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written in 1918 by American poet, essayist, critic and soldier

Joyce Kilmer Alfred Joyce Kilmer (December 6, 1886 – July 30, 1918) was an American writer and poet mainly remembered for a short poem titled "Trees" (1913), which was published in the collection ''Trees and Other Poems'' in 1914. Though a prolific poet who ...

(1886-1918). The poem commemorates during an intense German artillery bombardment of an American trench position in the Rouge Bouquet wood near the French village of

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on 7 March 1918 that resulted in the loss of 19 American soldiers with the 165th Infantry Regiment (better known as

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's, " The Fighting 69th Regiment"), of 42nd Rainbow Division.Harris, Stephen L. Duffy's War: Fr. Francis Duffy, Wild Bill Donovan, and the Irish Fighting 69th in World War I (Washington, DC: Potomac Books Inc, 2007) Kilmer was a corporal at that time in the 165th Infantry Regiment, and he composed the poem immediately after the attack. It was first read a few days later as a eulogy by

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Francis Duffy during "the funeral service held at the collapsed dugout, the tomb of the regiment's first men slain in battle".Harris, Stephen L. Duffy's War: Fr. Francis Duffy, Wild Bill Donovan, and the Irish Fighting 69th in World War I (Washington, DC: Potomac Books Inc, 2007) The poem was first published in the 16 August 1918 issue of "Stars and Stripes", two weeks after Kilmer's death in battle on 30 July 1918 during the

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.United States Army. Army Expeditionary Force, 1917-1919. (New York: G.P. Putnam's sons, 1919), 78-80. The poem was read over Kilmer's own grave when he was interred in France. To this day, it is a tradition of the Fighting 69th to read the poem at memorial services for fallen members of the regiment. The reader will notice that at several points the words fall into the rhythm of " Taps".

The poem

:In a woods they call the Rouge Bouquet :There is a new-made grave today, :Built by never a spade nor pick, :Yet covered with earth ten meters thick. :There lie many fighting men, :Dead in their youthful prime, :Never to laugh nor love again :Or taste of the summer time; :For death came flying through the air :And stopped his flight at the dugout stair, :Touched his prey - :And left them there - :Clay to clay. :He hid their bodies stealthily :In the soil of the land they sought to free, :And fled away. :Now over the grave abrupt and clear :Three volleys ring; :And perhaps their brave young spirits hear :The bugle sing: :“Go to sleep! :Go to sleep! :Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell. :Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor, :You will not need them any more. :Danger’s past; :Now at last, :Go to sleep!” :There is on earth no worthier grave :To hold the bodies of the brave :Than this place of pain and pride :Where they nobly fought and nobly died. :Never fear but in the skies :Saints and angels stand :Smiling with their holy eyes :On this new-come band. :St. Michael’s sword darts through the air :And touches the aureole on his hair :As he sees them stand saluting there, :His stalwart sons; :And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill :Rejoice that in veins of warriors still :The Gael’s blood runs. :And up to Heaven’s doorway floats, :From the wood called Rouge Bouquet :A delicate cloud of bugle notes :That softly say: :“Farewell! :Farewell! :Comrades true, born anew, peace to you! :Your souls shall be where the heroes are :And your memory shine like the morning-star. :Brave and dear, :Shield us here. :Farewell!”

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{{reflist Poetry by Joyce Kilmer 1918 poems World War I poems American poems