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With an Identity Disc is a poem written by English poet Wilfred Owen. The poem was drafted on 23 March 1917. ==The Poem== If ever I dreamed of my dead name High in the heart of London, unsurpassed By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame, There seeking a long sanctuary at last, I better that; and recollect with shame How once I longed to hide it from life's heats Under those holy cypresses, the same That shade always the quiet place of Keats, Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid screed, But let my death be memoried on this disc. Wear it, sweet friend. Inscribe no date nor deed. But may thy heart-beat kiss it night and day, Until the name grow vague and wear away.〔Owen, Wilfred. ''With an Identity Disc''. The war poems, edited by Jon Stallworthy (1994) 1917, p.g 11〕 抄文引用元・出典: フリー百科事典『 ウィキペディア（Wikipedia）』 ■ウィキペディアで「With an Identity Disc」の詳細全文を読む スポンサード リンク
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