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Was it for this the clay grew tall?

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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
Sunbeams
Futility
Clay
Tall
Grew
Fighting

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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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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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Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
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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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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity. Yet these elegies are to this generation in no sense conciliatory. They may be to the next. All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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