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Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)


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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. 



Wilfred Owen's other poems:
  1. Beauty
  2. Schoolmistress
  3. Le Christianisme
  4. Has Your Soul Sipped?
  5. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified


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