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Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)


Storm


His face was charged with beauty as a cloud
With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me
I shook, and was uneasy as a tree
That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed.


So must I tempt that face to loose its lightning.
Great gods, whose beauty is death, will laugh above,
Who made his beauty lovelier than love.
I shall be bright with their unearthly brightening.


And happier were it if my sap consume;
Glorious will shine the opening of my heart;
The land shall freshen that was under gloom;
What matter if all men cry aloud and start,
And women hide bleak faces in their shawl,
At those hilarious thunders of my fall? 



Wilfred Owen's other poems:
  1. The Chances
  2. A Palinode
  3. Has Your Soul Sipped?
  4. Music
  5. Le Christianisme


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Kathleen Raine (Кэтлин Рейн) Storm ("God in me is the fury on the bare heath")

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