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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.

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
Owen
Veins
Killed
Cold
Happy
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Fear
Running
Men
Insensibility

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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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All a poet can do today is warn.
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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I, too, saw God through mud
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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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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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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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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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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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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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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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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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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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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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