Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
-Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
-Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,-
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Biography
Owen, born on 18th March 1893 in Oswestry, Shropshire, England, died 4th November 1918 whilst attempting to lead his men across the Sambre canal at Ors. He was just 25 years old.
As a very young man he had spent a year as a lay assistant to the Revd Herbert at Dunsden, after this he travelled to Bordeaux, France, and Owen became increasingly aware of the war raging across Europe, he returned to England in September 1915 with the intent of enlisting. In January 1917 he was posted to France
and saw his first action in which he and his men, somehow, and against
all odds, managed to hold a flooded dug-out in no-man's land for fifty
hours whilst under heavy bombardment. In March he was injured and
suffered concussion but returned to the front-line in April. In May he
was caught in the middle of a shell-explosion and when his battalion was
eventually relieved, he was diagnosed as having shell-shock. He was
returned to the UK and on June 26th he arrived at Craiglockhart, War Hospital near Edinburgh.
Here he met a man by the name of Siegfied Sassoon, a fellow poet who
encouraged him to develop his poetry and introduced him into literary
circles. The period in Craiglockhart, and the early part of 1918, was a
creative period for him. He wrote much of the poetry he is remembered
for today during that period.
In June 1918 he rejoined his regiment at Scarborough and then in August he returned to France. He was awarded the Military Cross for bravery at Amiens, but was killed on the 4th November whilst attempting to lead his men across the Sambre canal at Ors. The news of his death reached his parents on November 11th 1918, the day of the armistice. He was 25.
lonewolfwithin wrote on Sep 13, '08
awesome work! thank you for re-opening and sharing this piece from wilfred owens!
be well and stay blessed! ^. .^ |
very patriotic
thanks for sharing http://luluone.multiply.com/journal/item/218/Poetry_Wednesday_-_Tell_Me_Mein_Schatz |
sanssouciblogs wrote on Sep 10, '08
Thank
you for the NY dedication. Despite the fact that the poem is about WW
I, my mind, which is so involved with 9/11, read it as the story of any
disaster and my association was with the poor souls who lost their lives
7 years ago. We were all shell-shocked by such horror. It was 1 day of
war.
Thanks, Loretta |
bostonsdandd wrote on Sep 10, '08
The
first line hit me like a ton of bricks! What power it holds. I'll
refrain from my opinions on the war, and just say this poem was written
long ago but it still holds true today. Thanks so much for sharing it
with us.
http://bostonsdandd.multiply.com/journal/item/196/Poetry_WednesdaySeptember_10thA_Special_MessageBy_Me |
dianahopeless wrote on Sep 10, '08, edited on Sep 10, '08
Not
pretty pictures, but ones we should all look at/see to remind us the
horrors. I wonder if people will ever learn the right lessons from our
pasts. Thank you for sharing this meaningful poem, and beautiful music.
http://dianahopeless.multiply.com/journal/item/371/Poetry_Wednesday_The_Tattooed_Man_My_Poem |
sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Sep 10, '08
This
poem is a reminder that no one ever wins when violence is used for
solving our differences. Left in the aftermath of wars and violent acts
are such sadness and grief for the price of human life in exchange for a
cause. Will we ever learn?
Thank you for this beautiful music ! I stayed and listened with much delight in it's beauty! |
starfishred wrote on Sep 9, '08
WW1 was horrific but I suppose all wars are right-great poem and great pictures
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acousticeagle wrote on Sep 9, '08
The
images of death on the battlefields are stark reminders of the atrocity
of war. Each year, we Aussies remember our fallen, those who died to
keep our country free, on Anzac day. We need to be reminded of how the
young are so brutally cut down so we do not give in so easily to
warmongering, and any one-sided political reasoning behind it, -
soldiers are still being taken in the war in Iraq.
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