[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.
(Wilfred Owen)
More Poetry from Wilfred Owen:
- A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) (Wilfred Owen Poems)
- Beauty (Wilfred Owen Poems)
- Beauty: [Notes for an unfinished poem] (Wilfred Owen Poems)
- A New Heaven (Wilfred Owen Poems)
- Antaeus: [A Fragment] (Wilfred Owen Poems)
- 1914 (Wilfred Owen Poems)