Panel poster; Poems on the Underground, "Futility" by Wilfred Owen, 2011 - 2012.
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Reference number | 2014/2108 |
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Dates | 2011 - 2012 |
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Completeness | 45% |
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Physical description
Dimensions Attribute Value Height 280mmWidth 610mmItem content Attribute Value Object title FutilityText Futility
Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half - sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The knid old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear - achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
Poems on the Underground
Mayor of London
Arts Council England
Supported by Arts Council England
The Poetry Society
British Council
Poetry Book Society
Poetry Library The Saison Poetry Library housing the Arts Council Poetry Collection at Southbank Centre
tfl.gov.uk/poems Transport for London -
People involved
Role Person(s) involved Artist , 2011 - 2012Commissioner Poems on the Underground, 2011 - 2012Poet Wilfred Owen,Publisher TfL, 2011 - 2012