Apologia Pro Poemate Meo Comments

Owen recognizes a true paradox. First, not only the folly, but the criminality of war: For power was on us as we slashed bones bare Not to feel sickness or remorse of murder. But also. the way men rose to the occasion. I love the lines: For love is not the binding of fair lips With the soft silk of eyes that look and long. By joy, whose ribbon slips, - But wound with war's hard wire whose stakes are strong; Bound with the bandage of the arm that drips; Knit in the welding of the rifle-thong.

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