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Six O'Clock In Princes Street

SIX O'CLOCK IN PRINCES STREET by WILFRED OWEN In twos and threes, they have not far to roam, Crowds that thread eastward, gay of eyes; Those seek no further than their quiet home, Wives, walking westward, slow and wise. Neither should I go fooling over clouds, Following gleams unsafe, untrue, And tiring after beauty through star-crowds, Dared I go side by side with you; Or be you in the gutter where you stand, Pale rain-flawed phantom of the place, With news of all the nations in your hand, And all their sorrows in your face.

Citation

“Six O'Clock In Princes Street,” 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 6, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3345.

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