Wilfred Owen · 192 pages
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“These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.”
“Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy. We found the little kingdom of our passion that all can share who walk the road of lovers. In wild and secret happiness we stumbled; and gods and demons clamoured in our senses.”
“Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.”
“Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.”
“And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.”
“But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.”
“If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory
That old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.”
“O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?”
“I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.”
“He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry”
“Consummation is consumption
We cannot consummate our bliss and not consume
All joys are cakes and vanish in eating
All bliss is sugar's melting in the mouth”
“For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping may something have been left,
Which must die now.”
“Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout
"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.”
“Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.”
“You shall not hear their mirth:
You shall not come to think them well content
By any jest of mine. These men are worth
Your tears:You are not worth their merriment.”
“Some say God caught them even before they fell.”
“I am the enemy you killed, my friend.”
“Voices of boys were by the river-side.
Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.”
“The dust that fell unnoted as a dew,
Wrapped the dead city's face like mummy-cloth”
“But let my death be memoried on this disc.
Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed.
But let thy heart-beat kiss it night and day,
Until the name grow vague and wear away.”
“There breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men's are, dead.”
“Shall they return to beating of great bells
In wild train-loads?
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
May creep back, silent, to village wells,
Up half-known roads.”
“In 1930 the price of cotton dropped. And so, in the spring of 1931, Papa set out looking for work, going as far north as Memphis and as far south as the Delta country. He had gone west too, into Louisiana. It was there he found work laying track for the railroad. He worked the remainder of the year away from us, not returning until the deep winter when the ground was cold and barren. The following spring after the planting was finished, he did the same. Now it was 1933, and Papa was again in Louisiana laying track. I”
“Cosmo never speaks to my life. Its surveys always ask questions like How would you react if your lover announced he was taking a job in Alaska? and jumping for joy is never one of the options. Move to Alaska? Hell, my lover was thirty-seven and hadn't moved away from home yet. Where were the questions relevant to my life?”
“Typical mother advice. Sweet, honest, and completely useless. ”
“Beauty: "You called me beautiful last night."
Beast: "You do not believe me then?"
Beauty: "Well - no. Any number of mirrors have told me otherwise."
Beast: "You will find no mirrors here, for I cannot bear them: nor any quiet water in ponds. And since I am the only one who sees you, why are you not then beautiful?”
“I said, Well, looks like he's pretty ornery. I wonder where he gets it?
"Jack just shrugged and kissed my cheek, and then whispered in my ear, He gets it from his mother.”
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