Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

An Imperial Elegy - Poem by Wilfred Owen

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.


Comments about An Imperial Elegy by Wilfred Owen

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/27/2016 9:16:00 AM)

    '' 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.. (Report) Reply

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  • Dawn Fuzan Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:42:00 PM)

    I like this one, its Good (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:41:00 PM)

    I like this one, its Good (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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