Anthem for a Doomed Youth

Anthem for a Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen

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 for them from prayers or 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 may be 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 silent minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

France Study Abroad
World War I Poetry
Anthem for a Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen
Everybody Sang by Siegfried Sassoon
In Flanders Fields by John MacRae
The Dug-out by Siegfried Sassoon

AUTHOR(S) AND LAST UPDATE
Stephanie Sepúlveda & John William Bailly &  26 February 2018
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