An Imperial Elegy Poem by Wilfred Owen
An Imperial Elegy
Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles,
It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,
Or as the Spirits' Pathway lieth on the night.
And I heard a voice crying
This is the Path of Glory.
'' And I heard a voice crying This is the Path of Glory. '' but how many died for such a ''glory''..! the real 'Path of Glory' would be the one that puts an end to all wars..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/23/2024 9:07:46 PM # 1.0.0
The voice crying about glory can be interpreted as being those who send our youth to die, ie shouting...or those they sent to die ie tears...as a war veteran I interpret it both ways, one with sadness and one with anger