Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)

Storm

His face was charged with beauty as a cloud
With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me
I shook, and was uneasy as a tree
That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.


So must I tempt that face to loose its lightning.
Great gods, whose beauty is death, will laugh above,
Who made his beauty lovelier than love.
I shall be bright with their unearthly brightening.


And happier were it if my sap consume;
Glorious will shine the opening of my heart;
The land shall freshen that was under gloom;
What matter if all men cry aloud and start,
And women hide bleak faces in their shawl,
At those hilarious thunders of my fall? 

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

Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лэмпмен) Storm ("Out of the grey northwest, where many a day gone by")

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