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From My Diary July 1914

Leaves             Murmuring by miriads in the shimmering trees.

Lives             Wakening with wonder in the Pyrenees.

Birds             Cheerily chirping in the early day.

Bards             Singing of summer, scything thro' the hay.

Bees             Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond.

Boys             Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.

Flashes             Of swimmers carving thro' the sparkling cold.

Fleshes             Gleaming with wetness to the morning gold.

A mead             Bordered about with warbling water brooks.

A maid             Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.

The heat             Throbbing between the upland and the peak.

Her heart             Quivering with passion to my pressed cheek.

Braiding             Of floating flames across the mountain brow.

Brooding             Of stillness; and a sighing of the bough.

Stirs             Of leaflets in the gloom; soft petal-showers;

Stars             Expanding with the starr'd nocturnal flowers.

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Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier. He was one of the leading poets of the First W…

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