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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Wilfred Owen
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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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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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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
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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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