Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson - Poem by Wilfred Owen

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.


Comments about I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson by Wilfred Owen

  • Fabrizio Frosini (5/27/2016 12:01:00 PM)


    Italian translation:

    Vidi il rosso cremisi della sua bocca rotonda incupirsi mentre cadeva,
    Come un sole, basso, nella sua ultima ora;
    Vidi il magnifico ritiro del commiato,
    Rannuvolarsi, per metà brillante, per metà torvo,
    E un ultimo splendore bruciare i cieli della sua guancia.
    E nei suoi occhi
    Le fredde stelle accendersi, antiche e tetre,
    In altri cieli.

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    yet, I don't fully understand the meaning of ''the heavens of his cheek.''
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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