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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
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Sunbeams
Futility
Clay
Tall
Grew
Fighting

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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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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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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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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, 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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The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight Heard music in the silentness of duty Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.
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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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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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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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I thought of all that worked dark pits Of war, and died Digging the rock where Death reputes Peace lies indeed.
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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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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