Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)

Music

I have been urged by earnest violins
And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake
Of all my sorrows and my thirsting sins.
My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake.
Huge chords have wrought me mighty: I have hurled
Thuds of gods' thunder. And with old winds pondered
Over the curse of this chaotic world,-
With low lost winds that maundered as they wandered.

I have been gay with trivial fifes that laugh;
And songs more sweet than possible things are sweet;
And gongs, and oboes. Yet I guessed not half
Life's symphony till I had made hearts beat,
And touched Love's body into trembling cries,
And blown my love's lips into laughs and sighs. 

1. Beauty
2. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified
3. Cramped in That Funnelled Hole
4. The Roads Also
5. With an Identity Disc

Gilbert Chesterton (Гилберт Честертон) Music ("SOUNDING brass and tinkling cymbal")

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