{"id":793,"date":"2010-12-27T18:15:20","date_gmt":"2010-12-27T18:15:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=793"},"modified":"2017-07-12T02:38:28","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T02:38:28","slug":"the-send-off-by-wilfred-owen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-send-off-by-wilfred-owen\/","title":{"rendered":"The Send-off by Wilfred Owen"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Wilfred_Owen_2.png\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-129 lazyload\" title=\"Wilfred_Owen_2\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Wilfred_Owen_2-256x299.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"256\" height=\"299\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Wilfred_Owen_2-256x299.png 256w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/Wilfred_Owen_2.png 481w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 256px) 100vw, 256px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 256px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 256\/299;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">The Send-off<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Wilfred Owen<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way<br \/>\nTo the siding-shed,<br \/>\nAnd lined the train with faces grimly gay.<\/p>\n<p>Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray<br \/>\nAs men&#8217;s are, dead.<\/p>\n<p>Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp<br \/>\nStood staring hard,<br \/>\nSorry to miss them from the upland camp.<br \/>\nThen, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp<br \/>\nWinked to the guard.<\/p>\n<p>So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.<br \/>\nThey were not ours:<br \/>\nWe never heard to which front these were sent.<\/p>\n<p>Nor there if they yet mock what women meant<br \/>\nWho gave them flowers.<\/p>\n<p>Shall they return to beatings of great bells<br \/>\nIn wild trainloads?<br \/>\nA few, a few, too few for drums and yells,<br \/>\nMay creep back, silent, to still village wells<br \/>\nUp half-known roads.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Send-off by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray As men&#8217;s are, dead. Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp Stood staring hard, Sorry to miss them from&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[84,31,426],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-793","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1900s","category-wilfred-owen","category-war-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=793"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/793\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}