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SONNET TO MY FRIEND, WITH AN IDENTITY DISC by WILFRED OWEN

Poet Analysis

First Line: IF EVER I HAD DREAMED OF MY DEAD NAME
Last Line: UNTIL THE NAME GROW BLURRED AND FADE AWAY.
Subject(s): GAYS & LESBIANS; IDENTITY; SOLDIERS' WRITINGS;
If ever I had dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed
By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,
There seeking a long sanctuary at last, --

Or if I onetime hoped to hide its shame,
-- Shame of success, and sorrow of defeats, --
Under those holy cypresses, the same
That shade always the quiet place of Keats.

Now rather than I God there is no risk
Of gravers scoring it with florid screed.
Let my inscription be this soldier's disc.
Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed.
But may thy heart-beat kiss it, night and day,
Until the name grow blurred and fade away.



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