by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)

Winter song
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,
And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed,
Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed.

From off your face, into the winds of winter,
The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing;
But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter,
When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing,
And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Chant d'hiver", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2009-05-01
Line count: 10
Word count: 83