Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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