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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
Fear
Home
Never
Thank
Poetry
Behinds
Behind
Force

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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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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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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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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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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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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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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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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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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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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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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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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 universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law
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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 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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