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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
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Never
Thank
Poetry
Behinds
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Force
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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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I, too, saw God through mud
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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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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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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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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It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
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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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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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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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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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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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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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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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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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