Wilfred Owen

Here you will find thePoem[I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]of poet Wilfred Owen

[I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]

[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.