Futility
FUTILITY by WILFRED OWEN
Move him into the sun---
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds---
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
---O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
| Title |
Futility
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| Author |
Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)
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| Item date |
1983
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| Content | |
| Copyright |
The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto & Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.
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| Repository name |
ProQuest
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| First line |
Move him into the sun --
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| Publication source |
The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen
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| Publication editor |
Stallworthy, Jon
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| Publishers |
Chatto & Windus
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| Publication place |
London
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Collection
Citation
“Futility,” 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. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted. via First World War Poetry Digital Archive, accessed April 19, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3308.
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