Wilfred Edward Salter Owen Cold Poems

• 1. Futility
  Move him into the sun--
  Gently its touch awoke him once,
  At home, whispering of fields unsown.
  Always it woke him, even in France,
  ...
• 2. Arms And The Boy
  Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
  How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
  Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
  And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh.
  ...
• 3. Spring Offensive
  Halted against the shade of a last hill,
  They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease
  And, finding comfortable chests and knees
  Carelessly slept. But many there stood still
  ...
• 4. Wild With All Regrets
  (Another version of "A Terre".)
  
  To Siegfried Sassoon
  
  ...
• 5. Disabled
  He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
  And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
  Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
  Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
  ...
• 6. Strange Meeting
  It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
  Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
  Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
  Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
  ...
• 7. Insensibility
  I
  
  Happy are men who yet before they are killed
  Can let their veins run cold.
  ...
• 8. Conscious
  His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.
  His eyes come open with a pull of will,
  Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.
  A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .
  ...

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