I Know The Music

All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:

Bugles that sadden all the evening air,
And country bells clamouring their last appeals
Before [the] music of the evening prayer;
Bridges, sonorous under carriage wheels.

Gurgle of sluicing surge through hollow rocks,
The gluttonous lapping of the waves on weeds,
Whisper of grass; the myriad-tinkling flocks,
The warbling drawl of flutes and shepherds' reeds.

The orchestral noises of October nights
Blowing ( ) symphonetic storms
Of startled clarions ( )
Drums, rumbling and rolling thunderous and ( ).

Thrilling of throstles in the keen blue dawn,
Bees fumbling and fuming over sainfoin-fields.

by Wilfred Owen

Comments (13)

This seems elementary compared to his other peices. Still it offers perspective and detail. I wonder if maybe the simplicity in the style was manipulated to capture the idea of how simple it is to observe and find the beauty in simple things. If so, well played.
He knows the music sung by nature. Stop and smell the roses and listen to their music as well...
Lovely poem. Could hear the music of the slow bells, the shuffle of autumn leaves etc
What a well written poem Mr Pound
Anyone who thinks this is a good poem knows nothing about poetry.
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