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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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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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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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Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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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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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest, To climb your throat on sobs easily chased On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.
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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
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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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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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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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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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