Wilfred Owen: I saw his round mouth's crimson

Yo vi el púrpura de su boca redonda ahondar cuando caía,
Como un Sol, en su última y profunda hora;
Contemplé la majestuosa retirada del adiós,
Nublándose, a medias brillo y rabia,
Y un último esplendor encendiendo el firmamento de su mejilla.
Y en sus ojos
Prendiendo las estrellas frías, antiquísimas e inhóspitas
En cielos diferentes.


I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell,
Like a Sun, in his last deep hour ;
Watched the magnificent recession of farewell,
Clouding, half gleam, half glower,
And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek.
And in his eyes
The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,
In different skies.