Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Sentry
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shellHammered on top, but never quite burst through.Rain..
©  Wilfred Owen
The Young Soldier
It is not deathWithout hereafterTo one in dearthOf life and its laughter,Nor the sweet murderDealt slow and evenUnto the martyrSmiling at heaven:It..
©  Wilfred Owen
At A Calvary Near The Ancre
One ever hangs where shelled roads part.In this war He too lost a limb,But His disciples hide apart;And now the Soldiers bear with Him.Near Golgotha..
©  Wilfred Owen
Inspection
'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.'You dare come on parade like this?''Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped.'I takes 'is..
©  Wilfred Owen
The Send-Off
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their wayTo the siding-shed,And lined the train with faces grimly gay.Their breasts were stuck all white..
©  Wilfred Owen
A Terre
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.)Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell,Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms..
©  Wilfred Owen
Soldier's Dream
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;And rusted..
©  Wilfred Owen
But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.Voices of boys were by the river-side.Sleep mothered them; and left the..
©  Wilfred Owen
The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,And took the fire with him, and a knife.And as they sojourned both of them together,Isaac the first-born..
©  Wilfred Owen
An Imperial Elegy
Not one corner of a foreign fieldBut a span as wide as Europe;An appearance of a titan's grave,And the length thereof a thousand miles,It crossed all..
©  Wilfred Owen
With An Identity Disc
If ever I dreamed of my dead nameHigh in the heart of London, unsurpassedBy Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,There seeking a long sanctuary at..
©  Wilfred Owen
Miners
There was a whispering in my hearth,A sigh of the coal.Grown wistful of a former earthIt might recall.I listened for a tale of leavesAnd smothered..
©  Wilfred Owen
Greater Love
Red lips are not so redAs the stained stones kissed by the English dead.Kindness of wooed and wooerSeems shame to their love pure.O Love, your eyes..
©  Wilfred Owen
Apologia Pro Poemate Meo
I, too, saw God through mud--The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled.War brought more glory to their eyes than blood,And gave their..
©  Wilfred Owen
Elegy In April And September
Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,And a low whistle by the water's brim.Still!..
©  Wilfred Owen
As Bronze May Be Much Beautified
As bronze may be much beautifiedBy lying in the dark damp soil,So men who fade in dust of warfare fadeFairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.Like..
©  Wilfred Owen
Cramped In That Funnelled Hole
Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawnOpen a jagged rim around; a yawnOf death's jaws, which had all but swallowed themStuck in the..
©  Wilfred Owen
The Last Laugh
'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!Machine-guns..
©  Wilfred Owen
Strange Meeting
It seemed that out of the battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which Titanic wars had groined.Yet also..
©  Wilfred Owen
i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,Clouding, half..
©  Wilfred Owen
I Know The Music
All sounds have been as music to my listening:Pacific lamentations of slow bells,The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,Shuffle of autumn..
©  Wilfred Owen
Arms And The Boy
1 Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade2 How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;3 Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;4 And..
©  Wilfred Owen
A New Heaven
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soonFor that new bridge..
©  Wilfred Owen
Futility
1 Move him into the sun--2 Gently its touch awoke him once,3 At home, whispering of fields unsown.4 Always it awoke him, even in France,5 Until this..
©  Wilfred Owen
Mental Cases
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,Baring teeth..
©  Wilfred Owen