War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,
Is over all the width of Europe whirled,
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There was a time when war started and ended. In today's world it never seems to end. Blood thirsty humans have crossed all the boundaries. Nothing is off the table. Reading this poem is painful yet in some way it's poetic expression has a calm effect. All I can do is to pray for peace. May peace prevail in our hearts.
very beautiful Famines of thought and feeling. Love's wine's thin.The grain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled.thanks for share
It's really gross the way this smarmy poem avoids the issue of English responsibility for WW1
war is, is always dreadful far so ugly than beautiful tears is life but otherwise mangled flesh, blind eyes yet blood-thirsty ground insatiable craves crown
A great prophetic poem foreshadowing T S Eliot's 'The Wasteland' and the retreat of modern art after WWI into abstraction and subjectivity. The more I read Owen the bigger he gets as a poet.
Seasonal change of life situation due to war depicted by Wilfred Owen weaves a fabric rich in texture to remember that war as souvenir beautiful!
For Auitumn, see The British Empire? For Winter, see Washington? For Spring see China?
it sucks i am eating chicken nuggets