'When lo! An angel called him out of heaven, <br />Saying, Lay not a hand upon that lad, <br />But the old man would not so, but slew his son, <br />And half the seed of Europe, one by one.' <br /> <br />From: The Parable of the Old man and the Young. <br /> Wilfred Owen <br /> <br />Dead at twenty-five, poet and chronicler <br />of a war too horrible to contemplate. <br /> <br />Genius touched the soul of one so young <br />to leave these images of terrible desolation, <br />of youth plucked before their sap had risen. <br /> <br />Amongst them you, young soldier-poet, <br />to whom I dedicate this 'in memoriam.'<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-wilfred-owen-1893-1918/
