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‘My dearest Colin . . .'

My dearest Colin, How glad I was to have your little letter, To know your throat is really, truly better. (My words, you see, are falling into verse-gear, I hope it will not make you any worse, dear!) About your new Bird's Egg Book worth six shillings What can I say until myself I see it? But now it's bought so dearly, so dearly so dearly O carefully use it! Oh brown-paper-bind it! Or you'll certainly lose it, Yes, and I'll find it! (Oh really! Oh really!) Then you'll see it never more So don't you leave it on the floor! (D'you hear me, D'you hear me?) Now let me tell you something of my doings--- We all went out to tea last night to Painter's And played a game I know you'd like to play at: We shot an air-gun at a target on their door And even Vera did her level best to score. Hence excepting Auntie (for such sports too aged) We might have been all Bis(i)ley engaged. That afternoon we also saw the 'Pictures'. The French boys always charm me, but the mixtures Of Blood and Thunder Stories sometimes shock me. How does Mary like her Book of Botany? I wish I could find some Pheasant's Eggs or Partridges To bring you; but I got you lots of empty cartridges. 'There was a boy so wondrous wise He tried to see his nose And turning inwards both his eyes He now in glasses goes:---' must now be changed to 'There is a boy of Shrewsbury On whom all doctors dote, He lets them take hot iodine And burn out half his throat.'


“‘My dearest Colin . . .',” by Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918). The Estate of Wilfred Owen.

The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983 (#3, CPF vol. 1, p. 8-9)

CL, 67 (Stallworthy vol. 2, p. 198) via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed May 24, 2024,

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