English Poetry. Wilfred Owen. The Last Laugh. Уилфред Оуэн.

Wilfred Owen (Уилфред Оуэн)

The Last Laugh

'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.
Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,
The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!
Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!
And the Big Gun guffawed.

Another sighed,-'O Mother, -Mother, - Dad!'
Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead.
And the lofty Shrapnel-cloud
Leisurely gestured,-Fool!
And the splinters spat, and tittered.

'My Love!' one moaned. Love-languid seemed his mood,
Till slowly lowered, his whole faced kissed the mud.
And the Bayonets' long teeth grinned;
Rabbles of Shells hooted and groaned;
And the Gas hissed. 

Wilfred Owen’s other poems:

1. I Saw His Round Mouth’s Crimson
2. A Palinode
3. An Imperial Elegy
4. Storm
5. At a Calvary Near the Ancre

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