[i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] Comments

Poignant yet beautiful poem. Compelling imagery.

His poetry owes its beauty to a deep ingrained sense of compassion coupled with grim realism. Owen is also acknowledged as a technically accomplished poet and master of metrical variety. He died very young amidst his war-duty

Beautiful poem, most deserving as The Classic Poem Of The Day.5 Stars for this tragic fantastic but very sad poem.Congratulations for the Classic POTD

dont worry dropping part 2 soon

dont worry guys dropping part 2

'' the heavens of his cheek '': ... mm.. what is the real meaning?

[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell], Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; Watched the magnificent recession of farewell, Clouding, half gleam, half glower, And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek. And in his eyes The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak, In different skies. - in ITALIAN: [Vidi il rosso cremisi della sua bocca rotonda incupirsi mentre cadeva], Come un sole, basso, nella sua ultima ora; Vidi il magnifico ritiro del commiato, Rannuvolarsi, per metà brillante, per metà torvo, E un ultimo splendore bruciare i cieli della sua guancia. E nei suoi occhi Le fredde stelle accendersi, antiche e tetre, In altri cieli.

I think its a nice one, very good

Amazing first line, and the rest's not bad as well.