Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Last Laugh
'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!Machine-guns..
© Wilfred Owen
Strange Meeting
It seemed that out of the battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which Titanic wars had groined.Yet also..
© Wilfred Owen
i Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
[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..
© Wilfred Owen
I Know The Music
All sounds have been as music to my listening:Pacific lamentations of slow bells,The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,Shuffle of autumn..
© Wilfred Owen
Arms And The Boy
1 Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade2 How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;3 Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;4 And..
© Wilfred Owen
A New Heaven
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soonFor that new bridge..
© Wilfred Owen
Futility
1 Move him into the sun--2 Gently its touch awoke him once,3 At home, whispering of fields unsown.4 Always it awoke him, even in France,5 Until this..
© Wilfred Owen
Mental Cases
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,Baring teeth..
© Wilfred Owen
I Know The Music
All sounds have been as music to my listening:Pacific lamentations of slow bells,The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,Shuffle of autumn..
© Wilfred Owen
The Next War
War's a joke for me and you,Wile we know such dreams are true.- Siegfried SassoonOut there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death,-Sat down and..
© Wilfred Owen
Exposure
I1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ...2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...3 Low drooping flares..
© Wilfred Owen
Asleep
Under his helmet, up against his pack,After so many days of work and waking,Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back.There, in the happy no-time..
© Wilfred Owen
1914
War broke: and now the Winter of the worldWith perishing great darkness closes in.The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,Is over all the width of Europe..
© Wilfred Owen
Disabled
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the parkVoices of boys..
© Wilfred Owen
Anthem For Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattleCan patter out their..
© Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned out..
© Wilfred Owen
Ulalume
The skies they were ashen and sober;The leaves they were crisped and sere -The leaves they were withering and sere;It was night in the lonesome..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To Isadore
I. Beneath the vine-clad eaves,Whose shadows fall beforeThy lowly cottage door--Under the lilac's tremulous leaves--Within thy snowy clasped handThe..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The City Of Sin
LO! Death hath rear'd himself a throneIn a strange city, all alone,Far down within the dim west —Where the good, and the bad, and the worst, and the..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To Marie Louise (Shew)
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-Of all to whom thine absence is the night-The blotting utterly from out high heavenThe sacred sun- of all..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Village Street
In these rapid, restless shadows,Once I walked at eventide,When a gentle, silent maiden,Walked in beauty at my side.She alone there walked beside..
© Edgar Allan Poe
Impromptu - To Kate Carol
When from your gems of thought I turnTo those pure orbs, your heart to learn,I scarce know which to prize most high —The bright i-dea, or the bright..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Bells - A Collaboration
The bells! — ah, the bells!The little silver bells!How fairy-like a melody there floatsFrom their throats. —From their merry little throats —From the..
© Edgar Allan Poe
The Divine Right Of Kings
The only king by right divineIs Ellen King, and were she mineI'd strive for liberty no more,But hug the glorious chains I wore.Her bosom is an ivory..
© Edgar Allan Poe
To M--
O! I care not that my earthly lotHath little of Earth in it,That years of love have been forgotIn the fever of a minute:I heed not that the..
© Edgar Allan Poe