Falling Leaves

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Falling LeavesBy Margaret Postgate Cole

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Is this really a poem about leaves?

Authors's Ideas and Background

Falling LeavesBy Margaret Postgate Cole

Dame Margaret Cole was born in Cambridge in 1893 and died in 1980. She wrote about politics and history and became a pacifist. She campaigned against military conscription when her brother (whose claims to be recognised as a conscientious objector had been rejected) was jailed for refusing military orders. In the 1930s she gave up her pacifist views however, in response to the Third Reich in Germany and Franco's dictatorship in Spain.

“Postgate is representative of a generation of women whose lives were traumatised by the war and the terrible barrier of knowledge that existed between the sexes."

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World War One (1914–18) is sometimes called the Great War – ‘great’ here meaning ‘immense’ or ‘huge’, because it was unlike previous wars. Firstly, it involved everyone, not just the army and navy. Secondly, and probably most devastatingly, it involved the first modern weapons (machine guns, bombs and gas) at a time when soldiers were still involved in hand-to-hand combat. The horror of the trenches is hard for us to grasp fully. However, many of the young soldiers who had signed up believing they were on an heroic mission to defend their families, country and way of life felt betrayed by those who had persuaded them to enlist. The reality of war was shown in their poetry and later – for those who survived – in their novels.

As Margaret Postgate Cole and other women poets of World War One have shown in their work, it was not only the men who suffered as a result of the war. Women’s lives were affected too, not least because of the millions of young men who died, all borne by women, and many loved by women. So, while male poets of this generation can tell us about the agony of trench warfare, women poets voice the despair, anguish and endurance of women, waiting, wondering and grieving.

In this poem, a tree dropping its leaves leads to thoughts of the thousands of young soldiers dying in their prime in the trenches. The pastoral imagery at the start of the poem becomes a contemplation of the death toll in Flanders, and vividly illustrates how the horror of war overshadows every area of life, even a peaceful ride in the countryside.

Background Information:

Poem

The Falling Leaves

November 1915

Today, as I rode by,I saw the brown leaves dropping from their treeIn a still afternoon,When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,But thickly, silently,They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;And wandered slowly thenceFor thinking of a gallant multitudeWhich now all withering lay,Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,But in their beauty strewedLike snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

MARGARET POSTGATE COLE

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Sounds peaceful - why is this odd?

Technique? Suggests?

Imagery?Shows? Links to?

Praise for who?

Suggests?

Melts into?Emphasises what?

The Falling Leaves

November 1915

Today, as I rode by,I saw the brown leaves dropping from their treeIn a still afternoon,When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,But thickly, silently,They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;And wandered slowly thenceFor thinking of a gallant multitudeWhich now all withering lay,Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,But in their beauty strewedLike snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

MARGARET POSTGATE COLE

Skill: Interpreting the Text

1ImageryWhat extended metaphor is used in the poem?

StructureTrack the punctuation of the poem. What do you notice? Is this significant?

Interpreting the text:

SoundsTrack the sounds of words in this poem.What do you notice?

Skill: Symbolism

Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,

But in their beauty strewed

Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.

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Reflection...* What is the significance of the

words 'slain' and 'strewed'?* What impression do we get of

the poet's attitude towards war?

* Why is the comparison made to snowflakes? Explain your ideas.

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Can you find the quotation/idea that they refer to?

Quick Questions

1. How does the poet create an atmosphere of sadness in the poem?

2. What details connect the leaves falling and the soldiers dying?

3. How does the poet show a sense of regret?4. How does the poet feel about the soldiers that have died?5. What is the poet's attitude towards war and how does she

portray this is the poem?

Question Time!

Additional: Women's Poetry of WW1

Perhaps

To Roland Aubrey Leighton (1895-1915)

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,And I shall see that still the skies are blue,And feel once more I do not live in vain,Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feetWill make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,And crimson roses once again be fair,And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in painTo see the passing of the dying year,And listen to Christmas songs again,Although You cannot hear.'

But though kind Time may many joys renew,There is one greatest joy I shall not knowAgain, because my heart for loss of YouWas broken, long ago.

VERA BRITTAIN(1920)

Additional: Women's Poetry of WW1

To My Brother

In memory of July 1st, 1916

Your battle-wounds are scars upon my heart, Received when in that grand and tragic 'show' You played your part, Two years ago,

And silver in the summer morning sun I see the symbol of your courage glow -- That Cross you won Two years ago.

Though now again you watch the shrapnel fly, And hear the guns that daily louder grow, As in July Two years ago.

May you endure to lead the Last Advance And with your men pursue the flying foe As once in France Two years ago.

VERA BRITTAIN(1918)

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In Flanders Fields

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, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days agoWe 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 dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

JOHN MCCRAE

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Sickened by what he had seen during the Boer War, John McCrae nevertheless signed up in August 1914, and headed for France with his horse, Bonfire, in tow. He would have found few opportunities for riding in that hell on earth. Knee deep in mud and freezing water, men's feet rotted where they stood, waiting for the next attack of gas to insinuate its way down the trenches, or the signal to go "over the top", often into direct machine gun fire.McCrae wrote "In Flanders Fields" the day after presiding at the funeral of a friend and former student. McCrae was to number among the 9,000,000 fatalities that the war would claim.

Poppy seed will lie in the ground for years if the soil is undisturbed. That churned up cemetery known as the Western Front provided the ideal medium for masses of poppies to blanket the graves. By the 1920s, Legion Branches were selling the paper flowers to: provide assistance to needy ex-servicemen and their families, to build housing for seniors, and support programmes like meals-on-wheels, drop-in centres, etc. Like ‘The Falling Leaves', the poem relies heavily on visual imagery.

In Flanders Fields

Links and References

Biography of Poet:http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/Wcole.htm

Historical information about November, 1915:http://www.firstworldwar.com/onthisday/1915_11_11.htm

Women's Poetry of WW1:http://allpoetry.com/column/show/2168221

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