by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen...
Language: English 
I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,
       Like a Sun, in his last deep hour;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
       Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
       And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
       In different skies.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-10-18
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