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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
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Running
Men
Insensibility
Veins
Killed
Cold
Happy
War
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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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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Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
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This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor anything about glory, honour, might, majesty, dominion, or power, except War. 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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If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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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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All the poet can do today is warn. That is why true Poets must be truthful.
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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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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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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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