Perversity
PERVERSITY by WILFRED OWEN
We all love more the Passed and the To Be
Than actual time, and far things more than near.
Perverse we all are somehow; calling dear
Rather the rare than fair. But as for me,
How singular and sad that I should see
More loveliness in Grecian marbles clear
Than modern flesh, to beauty insincere;
Less glory in a man than any tree.
I fall in love with children, elfin fair;
Portraits; dark ladies in dark tales antique;
Or instantaneous faces passed in streets.
I know the dim old gods that never were,
Better than men. One friend I love unique,
But now, thou canst not dream I love thee, Keats!
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Perversity
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| Author |
Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)
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| Item date |
1983
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| 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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ProQuest
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| First line |
We all love more the Passed and the To Be
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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
“Perversity,” 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 16, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3336.
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