by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
Translation © by Salvador Pila

The end
Language: English 
Available translation(s): CAT FRE
After the blast of lightning from the East,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,

Shall life renew these bodies? Of a truth
All death will He annul, all tears assuage? -
[Or fill these void veins full again with youth]1,
And wash, with an immortal water, Age?

When I do ask white Age he saith not so:
"My head hangs weighed with snow."
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
"My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shalls not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the sea, be dried."

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First published in the Saturday Westminster Gazette, 1919.

1 Britten: "Fill the void veins of Life again with youth"


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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "La fin", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-08
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Després de l’esclat de llampecs a...
Language: Catalan (Català)  after the English 
Després de l’esclat de llampecs a llevant,
el brandir de núvols sorollosos, el Tron-Carruatge;
després que els tambors del Temps han redoblat i callat
i que les cornetes de l’oest han tocat a llarga retreta,

reprendrà la vida en aquests cossos? En veritat,
anul•larà tota la mort, eixugarà totes les llàgrimes? –
O omplirà totes aquestes venes buides de joventut,
i amb una aigua immortal purificarà la senectut?

Quan pregunto a la blanca senectut, no em diu pas:
“El meu cap penja sota el pes de la neu.”
I quan escolto la Terra, ella em diu:
“El meu cor ardit s’encongeix de dolor. És mort.
Les meves antigues cicatrius no han de ser glorificades,
ni la meva immensa mar de llàgrimes assecada.”

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Word count: 122