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All a poet can do today is warn.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Poetry
Today
Warn
Warning
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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from a financial point of view and then those which I feel disinclined to-it leaves nothing
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I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law
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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping may something have been left, Which must die now.
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And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.
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Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled.
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The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
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It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
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I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
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Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
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Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
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The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
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The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
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I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
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