Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

The Young Soldier - Poem by Wilfred Owen

It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,

Nor the sweet murder
Dealt slow and even
Unto the martyr
Smiling at heaven:

It is the smile
Faint as a (waning) myth,
Faint, and exceeding small
On a boy's murdered mouth.

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  • Rookie Bigol Badavaboochie (1/11/2012 10:09:00 AM)

    Makes me wanna say HOOOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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