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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

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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
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Outraged
Bullied
Killed

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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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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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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
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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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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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And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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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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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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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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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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My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.
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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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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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