Poems by Wilfred Owen
Sonnet To My Friend - With An Identity Disc
... But may thy heart-beat kiss it, night and day, ...
The Unreturning
... The weak-limned hour when sick men's sighs are drained ...
Red Lips Are Not So Red
... Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed ...
Storm
... Great gods, whose beauty is death, will laugh above, ...
The Kind Ghosts
... The shades keep down which well might roam her hall ...
Antaeus: [A Fragment]
... So those huge hands that, small, had snapped great snakes, ...
Inspection
... ' 'Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped ...
Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem]
... Of living on, and seeing again the roses of his home ...
But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars
... The wailing of the high far-travelling shells ...
Elegy In April And September (Jabbered Among The Trees)
... I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves, ...
Spells And Incantations
... Glittered and glowed vast diamond dawns of spring ...
Miners
... The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered ...
At A Calvary Near The Ancre
... That they were flesh-marked by the Beast ...
Uriconium An Ode
... E'en Blood, which makes poets sing and prophets see ...
I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
... [I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell], ...
