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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.

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
Mourn
Shore
Tears
Eternal
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Mourns
Share
Reciprocity
Whatever
Shores
Many
Shares

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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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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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And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
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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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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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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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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 war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
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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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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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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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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.
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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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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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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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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds not on the cess of war.
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