Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO MY FRIEND, WITH AN IDENTITY DISC, by WILFRED OWEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If ever I had dreamed of my dead name Last Line: Until the name grow blurred and fade away. Subject(s): Gays & Lesbians; Identity; Soldiers' Writings | ||||||||
If ever I had dreamed of my dead name High in the heart of London, unsurpassed By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame, There seeking a long sanctuary at last, -- Or if I onetime hoped to hide its shame, -- Shame of success, and sorrow of defeats, -- Under those holy cypresses, the same That shade always the quiet place of Keats. Now rather than I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid screed. Let my inscription be this soldier's disc. Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed. But may thy heart-beat kiss it, night and day, Until the name grow blurred and fade away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH by WILFRED OWEN APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN ARMS AND THE BOY by WILFRED OWEN |
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