It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
Nor the sweet murder
Dealt slow and even
Unto the martyr
Smiling at heaven:
It is the smile
Faint as a (waning) myth,
Faint, and exceeding small
On a boy's murdered mouth.
Classic poem
The Young Soldier
Public domain/Source
About this poem
- First line
- It is not death
- Poet
- Wilfred Owen
- Themes
- love, death, faith
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