1914 (poem)
"1914" is a sonnet by Wilfred Owen. It deals with the atrocities of World War I.
- War broke: and now the Winter of the world
- With perishing great darkness closes in.
- The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,
- Is over all the width of Europe whirled,
- Rending the sails of progress. Rent or furled
- Are all Art's ensigns. Verse wails. Now begin
- Famines of thought and feeling. Love's wine's thin.
- The grain of human Autumn rots, down-hurled.
- For after Spring had bloomed in early Greece,
- And Summer blazed her glory out with Rome,
- An Autumn softly fell, a harvest home,
- A slow grand age, and rich with all increase.
- But now, for us, wild Winter, and the need
- Of sowings for new Spring, and blood for seed.
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