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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
Good
Envy
Never
Dead
Men
Joy
Living
Mites
Death
Microbes
May
Germs
Come
Joys
Even
Cheese

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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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As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
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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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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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