Anthem for Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen, (1893-1918)
  • Regarded as the greatest of the WW1 poets.
  • He was killed on the 4th of November 1918,
  • seven days before the end of the war
  • Written between September and October 1917

  • What passing-bells for those 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 for them from prayers or 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.
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