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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

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
Owen
Behind
Force
Fear
Home
Never
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Poetry
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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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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight Heard music in the silentness of duty Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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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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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
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I, too, saw God through mud
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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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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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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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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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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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If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
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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.
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