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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.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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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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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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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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All a poet can do today is warn.
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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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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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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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As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
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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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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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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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