Wilfred Owen - Greater Love (Read by Richard Burton)

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Uploaded by on Jan 16, 2011

My favourite poem. Written by Wilfred Owen and read by Richard Burton. I have re-edited it so the beginning of the poem is adjoined to the sample from 'Muerte' by Jedi Mind Tricks.

Greater Love

Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Seems shame to their love pure.
O Love, your eyes lose lure
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!

Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Rolling and rolling there
Where God seems not to care:
Till the fierce love they bear
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.

Your voice sings not so soft,
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,
Your dear voice is not dear,
Gentle, and evening clear,
As theirs whom none now hear,
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.

Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
And though your hand be pale,
Paler are all which trail
Your cross through flame and hail:
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.

Wilfred Owen

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  • @sydcarten

    it adds to it, I enjoy it, I believe it adds a personal touch with music empowering the word's themselves.

  • Thanks for uploading this. A nice treat for hardcore JMT fans.

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  • @amireallytho Thank you! It completely ruined it for me.

  • So...

    Music eh?

    Sigh.

  • I got insane chills when I heard this for the first time on 'Muerte'..

    Got me to appreciate poetry more.

  • That lift music is vile. is that to make it more palatable to people who can't concentrate on words alone?

  • last part

    Heart, you were never hot

    Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;

    And though your hand be pale,

    Paler are all which trail

    Your cross through flame and hail:

    Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not

  • what's with the music?

    it REALLY doesn't belong here

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