Shadwell Stair by Wilfred Owen (1893 – 1918)

I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair.
Along the wharves by the water-house,
And through the cavernous slaughter-house,
I am the shadow that walks there.

Yet I have flesh both firm and cool,
And eyes tumultuous as the gems
Of moons and lamps in the full Thames
When dusk sails wavering down the pool.

Shuddering the purple street-arc burns
Where I watch always; from the banks
Dolorously the shipping clanks
And after me a strange tide turns.

I walk till the stars of London wane
And dawn creeps up the Shadwell Stair.
But when the crowing syrens blare
I with another ghost am lain.

  1. this is the london i love…..

    • atlanticjaxx
    • March 1st, 2011

    I went through a bit of a Wilfred Owen phase a few years ago, After reading a bit of Pat Barker.

    He died 7 days before the end of the war.

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