Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

[i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] - Poem by Wilfred Owen

[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.


Comments about [i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson] by Wilfred Owen

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/27/2016 6:58:00 AM)

    '' the heavens of his cheek '': ... mm.. what is the real meaning? (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/27/2016 6:57:00 AM)

    [I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell],
    Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
    Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
    Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
    And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
    And in his eyes
    The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
    In different skies.

    - in ITALIAN:

    [Vidi il rosso cremisi della sua bocca rotonda incupirsi mentre cadeva],
    Come un sole, basso, nella sua ultima ora;
    Vidi il magnifico ritiro del commiato,
    Rannuvolarsi, per metà brillante, per metà torvo,
    E un ultimo splendore bruciare i cieli della sua guancia.
    E nei suoi occhi
    Le fredde stelle accendersi, antiche e tetre,
    In altri cieli. (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan Dawn Fuzan (4/27/2014 3:33:00 PM)

    I think its a nice one, very good (Report) Reply

  • Robert Quilter (9/25/2008 12:55:00 PM)

    Amazing first line, and the rest's not bad as well. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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