Michael Walker

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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.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

Form: Found Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The English poem is on p.54 of 'The Poetry Anthology,1912-2002', ed. by J. Parisi and S. Young.
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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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015

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