Wilfred Owen ( 8 of 8 )
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truthAll death will he annul, all tears assuage?Or fill these void veins full read more
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truthAll death will he annul, all tears assuage?Or fill these void veins full again with youthAnd wash with an immortal water age?
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,May creep back, silent, to still village wellsUp half-known roads.
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,May creep back, silent, to still village wellsUp half-known roads.
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan read more
What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan patter out their hasty orisons. - Anthem for Doomed Youth.
Behold,A ram caught in a thicket by its horns;Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.But the old man would read more
Behold,A ram caught in a thicket by its horns;Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.But the old man would not so, but slew his son...
Move him into the sun —Gently its touch awoke him once,At home, whispering of fields unsown.Always it woke him, even read more
Move him into the sun —Gently its touch awoke him once,At home, whispering of fields unsown.Always it woke him, even in France,Until this morning and this snow.
My arms have mutinied against me — brutes!My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,My back's been stiff for hours, damned read more
My arms have mutinied against me — brutes!My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours.Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
Now rather thank I God there is no riskOf gravers scoring it with florid screed.Let my inscription be this soldier's read more
Now rather thank I God there is no riskOf gravers scoring it with florid screed.Let my inscription be this soldier's disc.Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed.But may thy heart-beat kiss it, night and day,Until the name grow blurred and fade away.
