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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
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Men
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Living
Mites
Death
Microbes
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Germs

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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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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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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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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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The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.
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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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I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's
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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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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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My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.
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Strange friend,' I said,'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,'said the other,'save the undone years, The hopelessness.Whatever hope is yours Was my life also I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.
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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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