Music Poem by Wilfred Owen

Music

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I have been urged by earnest violins
And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake
Of all my sorrows and my thirsting sins.
My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake.
Huge chords have wrought me mighty: I have hurled
Thuds of gods' thunder. And with old winds pondered
Over the curse of this chaotic world,-
With low lost winds that maundered as they wandered.

I have been gay with trivial fifes that laugh;
And songs more sweet than possible things are sweet;
And gongs, and oboes. Yet I guessed not half
Life's symphony till I had made hearts beat,
And touched Love's body into trembling cries,
And blown my love's lips into laughs and sighs.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paresh Chakra 27 November 2018

So nice poem I enjoy this poem

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melissa 10 September 2018

i love this coz it talks more about instruments and feeling

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Brian Jani 19 June 2014

Music, the food of the soul, i believe music can make anything happen.nice poem

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