Wilfred Owen - Miners' - poem

Miners' poem by Wilfred Owen
read byGlyn Houston

There was a whispering in my hearth,
A sigh of the coal,
Grown wistful of a former earth
It might recall.

I listened for a tale of leaves
And smothered ferns,
Frond-frosts, and the low sly lives
Before the fauns.

My fire might show steam-phantoms simmer
From Time's old cauldron,
Before the birds made nests in summer,
Or men had children.

But the coals were murmuring of their mine,
And moans down there
Of boys that slept wry sleep, and men
Writhing for air.

And I saw white bones in the cinder-shard,
Bones without number.
Many the muscled bodies charred,
And few remember.

I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.

Comforted years will sit soft-chaired,
In rooms of amber;
The years will stretch their hands, well-cheered
By our life's ember;

The centuries will burn rich loads
With which we groaned,
Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids,
While songs are crooned;
But they will not dream of us poor lads,
Left in the ground.

Audio Created by Robert Nichol AudioProductions
London 1997 all rights reserved

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[heehawluck1]

An incredible recital ...... no .. interpretaion of a magnificent poem.  Thank you Glyn Houston and Wilfred Owen.

[tmeau]

Thank you.

[firebreathone2]

I too am very fond of Wilfred Owen's poetry!

[SEETER1]

nice