Greater Love
Wilfred Owen
1893 to 1918
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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O Love, your eyes lose lure
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
Red lips are not so red
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Your slender attitude
Till the fierce Love they bear
Your cross through flame and hail:
Rolling and rolling there
Seems shame to their love pure.
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,—
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Gentle, and evening clear,
Paler are all which trail
As theirs whom none now hear
Heart, you were never hot,
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Where God seems not to care;
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your voice sings not so soft,—
Your dear voice is not dear,