Poem Hunter
(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)


Poem By Wilfred Owen

The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,
Is that which pleases us, says Kant,
Without a thought of interest or advantage.

I used to watch men when they spoke of beauty
And measure their enthusiasm. One
An old man, seeing a () setting sun,
Praised it () a certain sense of duty
To the calm evening and his time of life.
I know another man that never says a Beauty
But of a horse; ()

Men seldom speak of beauty, beauty as such,
Not even lovers think about it much.
Women of course consider it for hours
In mirrors; ()

A shrapnel ball -
Just where the wet skin glistened when he swam -
Like a fully-opened sea-anemone.
We both said 'What a beauty! What a beauty, lad'
I knew that in that flower he saw a hope
Of living on, and seeing again the roses of his home.
Beauty is that which pleases and delights,
Not bringing personal advantage - Kant.
But later on I heard
A canker worked into that crimson flower
And that he sank with it
And laid it with the anemones off Dover.

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Comments (20)

Exclusive polite and good to recite and listen.
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A great poem of Wilfred Owen whom we studied in the literature classes. tony
Beauty has so many definitions. it is just the mood of the onlookers. Some take pleasure watching vales and dales and rivers and hills while some look beauty in human faces and behaviors. A nice poem indeed. Loved it.10++++
Beauty has been well delineated in trhis poem. Thanks for sharing this poem by Wilfred Owen.