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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.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Youth
Boys
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Happiness
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Yearning
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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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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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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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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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
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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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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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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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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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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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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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Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.
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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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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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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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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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