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Anthem For Doomed Youth
(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Anthem For Doomed Youth

Poem 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.
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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One of the best poems I have ever read, how very great the expressions encapsulates the feel of the moment...oh how I wish today’s poetry had this depth
such a great writing; beautiful poem- Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
The monstrous anger of the guns! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is beautiful poem on war having touching expression and nice collocation.
a fantastic poem for such hopeless and tragic circumstance


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