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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?

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.
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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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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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All a poet can do today is warn.
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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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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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Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?
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I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight Heard music in the silentness of duty Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.
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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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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned: But they will not dream of us poor lads, Left in the ground.
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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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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 was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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I, too, saw God through mud
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The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.
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Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!
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