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An Imperial Elegy
(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

An Imperial Elegy

Poem By Wilfred Owen

Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night.
And I heard a voice crying
This is the Path of Glory.

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The voice crying about glory can be interpreted as being those who send our youth to die, ie shouting...or those they sent to die ie tears...as a war veteran I interpret it both ways, one with sadness and one with anger
'' And I heard a voice crying This is the Path of Glory. '' but how many died for such a ''glory''..! the real 'Path of Glory' would be the one that puts an end to all wars..
I like this one, its Good
I like this one, its Good


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