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Winter Song by Wilfred Owen

By Wilfred Owen

Topics: nature-poetry

The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide, And when the land lay pale for them, pale-snowed, Fell back, and down the snow-drifts flamed and flowed. From off your face, into the winds of winter, The sun-brown and the summer-gold are blowing; But they shall gleam with spiritual glinter, When paler beauty on your brows falls snowing, And through those snows my looks shall be soft-going.

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"The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,..."

"Winter Song" by Wilfred Owen is a nature english poem consisting of 11 lines. This English poem by Wilfred Owen demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed...", this piece explores themes of nature through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Wilfred Owen's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen (1893–1918) was an English war poet whose poems—including "Dulce et Decorum Est," "Anthem for Doomed Youth," and "Strange Meeting"—are the most powerful anti-war poetry in the English language. He was killed in action one week before the Armistice.

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