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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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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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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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And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.
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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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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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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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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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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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I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight Heard music in the silentness of duty Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.
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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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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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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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Dead men may envy living mites in cheese, Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys, And subdivide, and never come to death.
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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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I, too, saw God through mud
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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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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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