Wilfred Edward Salter Owen Soul Poems
- 1. 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,
... - 2. 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
... - 3. 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,
... - 4. Insensibility
I
Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold.
... - 5. A Terre
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.)
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