Wilfred Edward Salter Owen Head Poems

• 1. Smile, Smile, Smile
  Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned
  Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small)
  And (large) Vast Booty from our Latest Haul.
  Also, they read of Cheap Homes, not yet planned;
  ...
• 2. The Show
  My soul looked down from a vague height with Death,
  As unremembering how I rose or why,
  And saw a sad land, weak with sweats of dearth,
  Gray, cratered like the moon with hollow woe,
  ...
• 3. 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 . . .
  ...
• 4. The End
  After the blast of lightning from the east,
  The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,
  After the drums of time have rolled and ceased
  And from the bronze west long retreat is blown,
  ...

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