Category: Wilfred Owen

e.e. cummings, “O sweet spontaneous”

American Poetry, Daily Poems, e e cummings, Wilfred Owen

O sweet spontaneousearth how often havethedoting fingers ofprurient philosophers pinchedandpoked thee,has the naughty thumbof science proddedthy beauty .howoften have religions takenthee upon their scraggy kneessqueezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceivegods (buttrue to the incomparablecouch of death thyrhythmiclover thou answerest them only with spring) e.e. cummings, 1894-1962 – “O sweet spontaneous” from Complete Poems →
Wilfred Owen, “Disabled”

British Poetry, Daily Poems, Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him. *About this time Town used to swing so gay… →

e.e. cummings, “O sweet spontaneous”