Monthly Archives: November 2007

Anthem for Doomed Youth, Wilfred Owen (1917)

It is a pity that this poem of Owen’s has become such a cliché at this time year, but I felt it worth posting as I see that it is almost exactly ninety years since it was written. How sad that it seems more appropriate than ever.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
– Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

You can find more on this poem in this Wikipedia article and some general information about Owen here. See also, this post: Dulce et Decorum est?