Poem by Wilfred Owen

Schoolmistress

Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet
And waved a final swashing arabesque
O'er the brave days of old, she ceased to bleat,
Slapped her Macaulay back upon the desk,
Resuned her calm gaze and her lofty seat.

There, while she heard the classic lines repeat,
Once more the teacher's face clenched stern;
For through the window, looking on the street,
Three soldiers hailed her. She made no return.
One was called 'Orace whom she would not greet. 

1. On My Songs
2. The Chances
3. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
4. The Roads Also
5. As Bronze May Be Much Beautified

Print

1538 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version