As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil,
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
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life warfare life to posses the greedy throne man to woman and woman to man encouragement for this nothing else just abysmal darkness!
As bronze may be much beautified By lying in the dark damp soil, So men who fade in dust of warfare fade Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul. Awsome! Only Wilfred Owen can write so.
I like the style of writing in this poem. What a price to pay in war though... Thanks for sharing Wilfred Owen.
I highly agree with Robert Murray Smith and Ruta Mohapatra. When Wilfred Owen speaks of war, he speaks of which he knew. I keep getting flipped out of this poem to the next poem- is anyone else having this problem?
Unto the old salt sea to feed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This First World War poet died too young. A sad loss to the world of poetry.
A thought for the unknown soldiers of wars whose contribution is as significant as the celebrated ones. Nicely penned!
'But what of them buried profound, Buried where we can no more find. Who () Lie dark for ever under abysmal war? ' - I lend my voice to this beautiful song for the unsung! We all know about the futility of war and the destruction it wreaks on mankind, yet we all are pawns in the hands of the war mongers. We collectively sin by voting them to power! Congratulations, posthumously, to the poet for the well desered honour of having his poem selected as the 'Poem of the Day'!