As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil,
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
Like pearls which noble women wear
And, tarnishing, awhile confide
Unto the old salt sea to feed,
Many return more lustrous than they were.
But what of them buried profound,
Buried where we can no more find.
Who ( )
Lie dark for ever under abysmal war?
This First World War poet died too young. A sad loss to the world of poetry.
Unto the old salt sea to feed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
'But what of them buried profound, Buried where we can no more find. Who () Lie dark for ever under abysmal war? ' - I lend my voice to this beautiful song for the unsung! We all know about the futility of war and the destruction it wreaks on mankind, yet we all are pawns in the hands of the war mongers. We collectively sin by voting them to power! Congratulations, posthumously, to the poet for the well desered honour of having his poem selected as the 'Poem of the Day'!
life warfare life to posses the greedy throne man to woman and woman to man encouragement for this nothing else just abysmal darkness!
As bronze may be much beautified By lying in the dark damp soil, So men who fade in dust of warfare fade Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul. Awsome! Only Wilfred Owen can write so.
I like the style of writing in this poem. What a price to pay in war though... Thanks for sharing Wilfred Owen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought for the unknown soldiers of wars whose contribution is as significant as the celebrated ones. Nicely penned!