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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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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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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
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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 friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.
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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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All a poet can do today is warn.
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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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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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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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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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And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
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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 English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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