Desperate Glory

“To children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie” – Wilfred Owen
First World War soldier, Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) was one of the leading poets and voices of the war. His poetry holds a sharp edge of realism forged with compassion and technical skill.


What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?

Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle

Can patter out their hasty orisons.

No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;

Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –

The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;

And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles maybe held to speed them all?

Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes

Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.

The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;

Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,

And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

September – October, 1917

Wilfred Owen - Draft of "Anthem for Doomed Youth"
Wilfred Owen - Draft of "Anthem for Doomed Youth"

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