This is one of the finest poems written by Wilfred Owen, in the backdrop of WWI.
In this poem, he talks about how the soldiers sentiently keep waiting for the possible exposure to death, in the poorest of weather conditions. Always ready to die, their brains ache. ‘But nothing happens’. It highlights the effect of the weather on battle-weary soldiers and in addition puts their plight into context when it momentarily touches on the dream of a return home.
This poem expresses the love of the speaker for autumn. If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then fall would be the magic hour.
While walking down to the bay, With my eyes and ears on the rising and falling waves, I dream of travelling to a time and place, Where the sky and the ocean would come together…