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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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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Come
Joys
Even
Cheese
Good
Envy
Never
Dead
Men
Joy
Living
Mites
Death
Microbes
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Germs

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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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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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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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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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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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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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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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If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable
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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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All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
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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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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do
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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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So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
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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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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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