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To---

TO --- by WILFRED OWEN Three rompers run together, hand in hand. The middle boy stops short, the others hurtle: What bumps, what shrieks, what laughter turning turtle. Love, racing between us two, has planned A sudden mischief: shortly he will stand And we shall shock. We cannot help but fall; What matter? Why, it will not hurt at all, Our youth is supple, and the world is sand. Better our lips should bruise our eyes, than He, Rude Love, out-run our breath; you pant, and I, I cannot run much farther, mind that we Both laugh with Love; and having tumbled, try To go forever children, hand in hand. The sea is rising...and the world is sand.

Citation

“To---,” 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 4, 2024, http://ww1lit.nsms.ox.ac.uk/ww1lit/collections/item/3364.

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