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I, too, saw God through mud

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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
War
Mud
Saws

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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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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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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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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest, To climb your throat on sobs easily chased On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.
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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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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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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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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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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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