oracne - Victoria Janssen (oracne) wrote,
oracne - Victoria Janssen
oracne

Thomas, "The Owl"

The Owl

Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;
Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof
Against the North wind; tired, yet so that rest
Had seemed the sweetest thing under a roof.

Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,
Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.
All of the night was quite barred out except
An owl's cry, a most melancholy cry

Shaken out long and clear upon the hill,
No merry note, nor cause of merriment,
But one telling me plain what I escaped
And others could not, that night, as in I went.

And salted was my food, and my repose,
Salted and sobered, too, by the bird's voice
Speaking for all who lay under the stars,
Soldiers and poor, unable to rejoice.

--Edward Thomas
Tags: edward thomas, poetry, wwi, wwi poems
Subscribe

  • Sassoon, "To Any Dead Officer"

    To Any Dead Officer Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell me, have you found…

  • Sassoon, "Lovers"

    Lovers You were glad to-night: and now you've gone away. Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed; But as you fall asleep I hear you say…

  • Edmund Blunden, "Premature Rejoicing"

    Premature Rejoicing What's that over there? Thiepval Wood. Take a steady look at it; it'll do you good. Here, these glasses will help you. See…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 1 comment