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I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts and rusted every bayonet with His tears.

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
Kind
Caused
Fouled
Permanent
Rusted
Gun
Bayonet
Smile
Colts
Tears
Bayonets
Jesus
Bolts
Bigs
Gears
Every
Dreamed
Buckled

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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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I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
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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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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
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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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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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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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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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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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Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!
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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.
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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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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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If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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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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