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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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War
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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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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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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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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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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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I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law
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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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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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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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Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
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I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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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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Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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