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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

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
Owen
Merriment
Tears
Worth
Men

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The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
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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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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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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.
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I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
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Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds not on the cess of war.
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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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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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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
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