La Soiree. - Poem by Michael Walker
Entendu par hasard a la soiree, comme la neige humide
Qui s'enfonce en bas d'un toit, le nom
Inattendu et puissant de Wifred Owen.
De la boue a l'oeil. L'Artillerie au ciel.
-'The Party'. Seamus Heaney. 1997.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
There is an unexpected link between a party, and someone saying the name of the great war poet, Wilfred Owen, who died in the First World War, and is now in the artillery of heaven.
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