posted on 2024-04-19, 17:44authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
Not this week nor this month dare I lie down In languor under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown. My lips, panting, shall drink space, mile by mile; Strong meats by all my hunger; my renown Be the clean beauty of speed and pride of style. Cold winds encountered on the racing Down Shall thrill my heated bareness; but awhile None else may meet me till I wear my crown.
History
Identifier
3379.txt
Creator
Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)
Date
1983
Date Created
01/01/1983
Temporal Date
31/12/1983
Type
Poem
Rights
The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.