[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.
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Comments2This poem evokes such powerful imagery of someone's final moments. The sun setting and the cold stars igniting in their eyes truly capture the essence of life's fleeting nature and how we're all just a small part of this vast universe. It's heart-wrenching and beautiful at the same time.
Wowzas, Wilfred Owen sure knows how to paint a vivid picture! Can anyone explain what he means with "in his eyes the cold stars lighting,"? Kinda lost on this one 🤷♂️ Great poem tho! 👏📝