Just over a hundred years ago Wilfred Owen, probably the world’s greatest war poet, came to Teignmouth in search of traces of his poetic hero and early inspiration, John Keats. His early writings were strongly influenced by Keats’ Romantic style but that was soon to change irrevocably and dramatically with his involvement in the First World War.
Here is a sonnet that he wrote in tribute to Keats after his first visit here. For further information click on the link at the end.
Three colours have I known the Deep to wear;
Tis well today that Purple grandeurs gloom,
Veiling the Emerald sheen and Sky-blue glare.
Well, too, that lowly-brooding clouds now loom
In sable majesty around, fringed fair
With ermine-white of surf: to me they bear
Watery memorials of His mystic doom
Whose Name was writ in Water (saith his tomb).
Eternally may sad waves wail his death,
Choke in their grief ‘mongst rocks where he has lain,
Or heave in silence, yearning with hushed breath,
While mournfully trail the slow-moved mists and rain,
And softly the small drops slide from weeping trees,
Quivering in anguish to the sobbing breeze.
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