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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
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Worth
Men
Merriment
Tears

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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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Strange friend,' I said,'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,'said the other,'save the undone years, The hopelessness.Whatever hope is yours Was my life also I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.
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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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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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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.
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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. 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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I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts and rusted every bayonet with His tears.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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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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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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