But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars Poem by Wilfred Owen

But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars

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Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,
And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.

Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.
The shadow of the morrow weighed on men.

Voices of old despondency resigned,
Bowed by the shadow of the morrow, slept.

( ) dying tone
Of receding voices that will not return.
The wailing of the high far-travelling shells
And the deep cursing of the provoking ( )

The monstrous anger of our taciturn guns.
The majesty of the insults of their mouths.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 08 July 2019

" Voices of old despondency resigned" Beautiful conceptualization.

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Dawn Fuzan 27 April 2014

I like this one, its Good

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Robert Howard 14 August 2006

This magnificent war lament is set for baritone voice in Benjamin Britten''s War Requiem.

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Wilfred Owen

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