The Send-Off
Wilfred Owen
1893 to 1918
Track 1
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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Stood staring hard,
Who gave them flowers.
Nor there if they yet mock what women meant
To the siding-shed,
Winked to the guard.
So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
Up half-known roads.
In wild trainloads?
Shall they return to beatings of great bells
We never heard to which front these were sent.
Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.
Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
They were not ours:
And lined the train with faces grimly gay.
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
As men's are, dead.
May creep back, silent, to still village wells
Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp