Poets are both clean and warm
And most are far above the norm
Whether here or on the roam
Have a poet in every home! #8


Wilfred Owen

2 comments:

Vanwall said...

"We might have met at Ramsgate Strand,
or waved from passing trains;
instead we met at Flanders and
blew out each other's brains."

BCNU

Tom Sutpen said...

Ah, yes.

Then there's this:

"What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
- Only the monstruous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds."