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And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
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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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
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I, too, saw God through mud
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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It seemed that out of battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
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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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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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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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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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If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
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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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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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All a poet can do today is warn.
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Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
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I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.
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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned: But they will not dream of us poor lads, Left in the ground.
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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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