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By Wilfred Owen
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Budging
the sluggard ripples of the Somme,
A barge round old Cérisy slowly slewed.
Softly her engines down the current screwed,
And chuckled softly with contented hum,
Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb.
The waters rumpling at the stern subdued;
The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude;
Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum.
One reading by
that calm bank shaded eyes
To watch her lessening westward quietly.
Then, as she neared the bend, her funnel screamed.
And that long lamentation made him wise
How unto Avalon, in agony,
Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed.
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Wilfred
Owen (1893-1918) was born in Shropshire, but the
family moved to Merseyside when he was four. He began writing
poetry at the age of 17, and after failing to attain entrance
to the University of London spent a year as a lay assistant
to a clergyman before going to France to teach English. He
returned to England in September 1915 to enlist, and received
his commission in the Manchester Rifles in June 1916, spending
the rest of the year in training. He went to the trenches
in France in January 1917, where he was caught in numerous
explosions, and was evacuated back to Britain in June 1917
suffering from shell shock. It was while in hospital that
Owen met Siegfried Sassoon who encouraged his writing, and
also introduced him to Robert Graves and H.G Wells; and it
was during this period that he wrote many of the poems for
which he is remembered. In June 1918 he rejoined his regiment
in Scarborough, and returned to France in August where he
was awarded the Military Cross for bravery. Tragically, he
was killed on the 4th November leading his men across the
Sambre Canal at Ors. The news of his death reached his parents
on November 11th 1918, the day of the armistice.
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