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Purple

PURPLE by WILFRED OWEN Vividly gloomy, with bright darkling glows Of nebulae and warm, night-shimmering shores! Stain of full fruits, wines, passions, and the cores Of all quick hearts! Yet from its deeps there blows Aroma and romance of violets; Softness of far land, hazed; pacific lift Of smoke through quiet trees; and that wild drift Of smoulder when the flare of evening sets. Solemn, columnar, thunder-throning cloud Wears it so stately that therein the King Stands before men, and lies in death's hand, proud. Purest, it is the diamond dawn of spring; And yet the veil of Venus, whose rose skin, Mauve-marbled, purples Eros' mouth for sacred sin.

Citation

“Purple,” 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 May 7, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3340.

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