Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

[i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] - Poem by Wilfred Owen

[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 gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.


Comments about [i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] by Wilfred Owen

  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:33:00 PM)

    I think its a nice one, very good (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Robert Quilter (9/25/2008 12:55:00 PM)

    Amazing first line, and the rest's not bad as well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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