Anthem for Doomed Youth
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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Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
What candles may be held to speed them all?
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
— Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,—
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;