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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
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Never
Thank
Poetry
Behinds
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Force
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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
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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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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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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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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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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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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 theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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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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I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's
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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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