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A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

Wilfred Owen

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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
Every
Spring
Poem
Poet
Season
Produce
Fresh
Outlay
Grow
Rings
Jerks
Tree
Trees
Tissue
Grows
Forth
Tissues
Stuff
Seasons
Jerk
Doe
Air
Ring

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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.
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The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
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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 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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No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.
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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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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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