TRAINING by WILFRED OWEN
Not this week nor this month dare I lie down In languor under lime trees or smooth smile. Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown.
My lips, panting, shall drink space, mile by mile; Strong meats by all my hunger; my renown Be the clean beauty of speed and pride of style.
Cold winds encountered on the racing Down Shall thrill my heated bareness; but awhile None else may meet me till I wear my crown.
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|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Copyright||The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.|
|First line||Not this week nor this month dare I lie down|
|Publication source||The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen|
|Publication editor||Stallworthy, Jon|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|