[i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]

[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,

by Wilfred Owen Click to read full poem

Comments about [i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]

Wilfy 27 Mar 2019 06:25
dont worry dropping part 2 soon
Wilfred Owen 27 Mar 2019 06:24
dont worry guys dropping part 2
Fabrizio Frosini 27 May 2016 06:58
'' the heavens of his cheek '': ... mm.. what is the real meaning?
Fabrizio Frosini 27 May 2016 06:57
[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell], Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; Watched the magnificent recession of farewell, Clouding, half gleam, half glower, And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek. And in his eyes The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak, In different skies. - in ITALIAN: [Vidi il rosso cremisi della sua bocca rotonda incupirsi mentre cadeva], Come un sole, basso, nella sua ultima ora; Vidi il magnifico ritiro del commiato, Rannuvolarsi, per metà brillante, per metà torvo, E un ultimo splendore bruciare i cieli della sua guancia. E nei suoi occhi Le fredde stelle accendersi, antiche e tetre, In altri cieli.
Dawn Fuzan 27 Apr 2014 03:33
I think its a nice one, very good
Robert Quilter 25 Sep 2008 12:55
Amazing first line, and the rest's not bad as well.