Poem Hunter
(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)


Poem By Wilfred Owen

1 Move him into the sun--
2 Gently its touch awoke him once,
3 At home, whispering of fields unsown.
4 Always it awoke him, even in France,
5 Until this morning and this snow.
6 If anything might rouse him now
7 The kind old sun will know.

8 Think how it wakes the seeds--
9 Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
10 Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
11 Full-nerved,--still warm,--too hard to stir?
12 Was it for this the clay grew tall?
13 --O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
14 To break earth's sleep at all?

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Comments (9)

Pain perfect penned.
The old sun know the answer Once the sleep of the earth will be broken.
i poems like these...very good
I like this one, its Good
This is an iconic poem, full of sadness of what the world wars are really like. True masterpieces and forever a favorite of mine.