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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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Lore
Distasteful
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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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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And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
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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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Was it for this the clay grew tall? O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?
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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.
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The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.
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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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For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping may something have been left, Which must die now.
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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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