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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

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
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Flying
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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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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 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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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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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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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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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.
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I, too, saw God through mud
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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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I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's
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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned: But they will not dream of us poor lads, Left in the ground.
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