Greater Love
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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Paler are all which trail
When I behold eyes blinded in my stead!
Cramps them in death's extreme decrepitude.
Your cross through flame and hail:
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Seems shame to their love pure.
Rolling and rolling there
Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not.
Red lips are not so red
O Love, your eyes lose lure
Heart, you were never hot,
Your dear voice is not dear,
Though even as wind murmuring through raftered loft,—
Where God seems not to care;
Kindness of wooed and wooer
Till the fierce Love they bear
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
Your slender attitude
Now earth has stopped their piteous mouths that coughed.
As theirs whom none now hear
Gentle, and evening clear,
Your voice sings not so soft,—
And though your hand be pale,