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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.

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
Poet
True
Truth
Today
Must
Warn
Truthful
Poets

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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 thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.
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Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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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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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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Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.
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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 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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I, too, saw God through mud
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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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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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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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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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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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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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