La Soiree. Poem by Michael Walker
La Soiree.
Entendu par hasard a la soiree, comme la neige humide
Qui s'enfonce en bas d'un toit, le nom
Inattendu et puissant de Wifred Owen.
De la boue a l'oeil. L'Artillerie au ciel.
-'The Party'. Seamus Heaney. 1997.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: war
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The English poem is on p.54 of 'The Poetry Anthology,1912-2002', ed. by J. Parisi and S. Young.
There is an unexpected link between a party, and someone saying the name of the great war poet, Wilfred Owen, who died in the First World War, and is now in the artillery of heaven.
There is an unexpected link between a party, and someone saying the name of the great war poet, Wilfred Owen, who died in the First World War, and is now in the artillery of heaven.
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