Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Elegy In April And September - Poem by Wilfred Owen

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! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so gaily,-
Your gay gold lily daunts me and deceives,
Who follow gleams more golden and more slim.

Look, brook! O run and look, O run!
The vain reeds shook? - Yet search till gray sea heaves,
And I will stray among these fields for him.

Gaze, daisy! Stare through haze and glare,
And mark the hazardous stars all dawns and eves,
For my eye withers, and his star wanes dim.


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Close, rose, and droop, heliotrope,
And shudder, hope! The shattering winter blows.
Drop, heliotrope, and close, rose...

Mourn, corn, and sigh, rye.
Men garner you, but youth's head lies forlorn.
Sigh, rye, and mourn, corn...

Brood, wood, and muse, yews,
The ways gods use we have not understood.
Muse, yews, and brood, wood...


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  • Veteran Poet - 1,743 Points Laura Burns (9/9/2014 9:20:00 AM)

    Interesting use of internal rhyme. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,238 Points Primrose Tee (5/5/2014 11:37:00 AM)

    nice poem...................................... (Report) Reply

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    I like this one, its Good (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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