Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Music - Poem by Wilfred Owen

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.

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/19/2014 5:18:00 AM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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