As Bronze May Be Much Beautified

As bronze may be much beautified
By lying in the dark damp soil,
So men who fade in dust of warfare fade
Fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

Like pearls which noble women wear
And, tarnishing, awhile confide
Unto the old salt sea to feed,
Many return more lustrous than they were.

But what of them buried profound,
Buried where we can no more find.
Who ( )
Lie dark for ever under abysmal war?

by Wilfred Owen

Comments (10)

I like the style of writing in this poem. What a price to pay in war though... Thanks for sharing Wilfred Owen.
I highly agree with Robert Murray Smith and Ruta Mohapatra. When Wilfred Owen speaks of war, he speaks of which he knew. I keep getting flipped out of this poem to the next poem- is anyone else having this problem?
Very nice poem with lofty examples.. tony
Unto the old salt sea to feed! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Much more darkness is buried under the starkness of war
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