Wilfred Owen
Dulce Decorums Est by Wilfred Owen

Dulce Decorums Est by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs, And towards our distant ...

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1914 by Wilfred Owen

1914 by Wilfred Owen

War broke: and now the Winter of the world With perishing great darkness closes in. The foul tornado, centred at Berlin, Is over all the width of Europe whirled, Rending the ...

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Disabled by Wilfred Owen

Disabled by Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, ...

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Elegy In April And September by Wilfred Owen

Elegy In April And September by Wilfred Owen

Hush, thrush! Hush, missen-thrush, I listen...I heard the flush of footsteps through the loose leaves,And a low whistle by the water's brim.Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not so ...

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I Know The Music by Wilfred Owen

I Know The Music by Wilfred Owen

All sounds have been as music to my listening:Pacific lamentations of slow bells,The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all ...

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The Last Laugh by Wilfred Owen

The Last Laugh by Wilfred Owen

'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died.Whether he vainly cursed or prayed indeed,The Bullets chirped-In vain, vain, vain!Machine-guns chuckled,-Tut-tut! Tut-tut!And the ...

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The Next War by Wilfred Owen

The Next War by Wilfred Owen

War's a joke for me and you,Wile we know such dreams are true.- Siegfried SassoonOut there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death,-Sat down and eaten with him, cool and ...

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Asleep by Wilfred Owen

Asleep by Wilfred Owen

Under his helmet, up against his pack,After so many days of work and waking,Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back.There, in the happy no-time of his sleeping,Death took him ...

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Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now ...

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Greater Love by Wilfred Owen

Greater Love by Wilfred Owen

Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure When I behold ...

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At A Calvary Near The Ancre by Wilfred Owen

At A Calvary Near The Ancre by Wilfred Owen

One ever hangs where shelled roads part. In this war He too lost a limb, But His disciples hide apart; And now the Soldiers bear with Him. Near Golgotha strolls many a priest, And ...

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Beauty by Wilfred Owen

Beauty by Wilfred Owen

The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to watch men when they spoke of beautyAnd measure their ...

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A New Heaven by Wilfred Owen

A New Heaven by Wilfred Owen

Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soonFor that new bridge that leaves old Styx ...

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Apologia Pro Poemate Meo by Wilfred Owen

Apologia Pro Poemate Meo by Wilfred Owen

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 ...

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Arms And The Boy by Wilfred Owen

Arms And The Boy by Wilfred Owen

1 Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade2 How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;3 Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;4 And thinly drawn with famishing for ...

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Schoolmistress by Wilfred Owen

Schoolmistress by Wilfred Owen

SchoolmistressHaving, with bold Horatius, stamped her feetAnd waved a final swashing arabesqueO'er the brave days of old, she ceased to bleat,Slapped her Macaulay back upon the ...

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Cramped In That Funnelled Hole by Wilfred Owen

Cramped In That Funnelled Hole by Wilfred Owen

Cramped in that funnelled hole, they watched the dawnOpen a jagged rim around; a yawnOf death's jaws, which had all but swallowed themStuck in the bottom of his throat of ...

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An Imperial Elegy by Wilfred Owen

An Imperial Elegy by Wilfred Owen

Not one corner of a foreign fieldBut a span as wide as Europe;An appearance of a titan's grave,And the length thereof a thousand miles,It crossed all Europe like a mystic road,Or ...

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Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen

Mental Cases by Wilfred Owen

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish, Baring teeth that leer like skulls' ...

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Soldier’s Dream by Wilfred Owen

Soldier’s Dream by Wilfred Owen

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears;And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;And rusted every bayonet with His tears.And ...

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Futility by Wilfred Owen

Futility by Wilfred Owen

1 Move him into the sun--2 Gently its touch awoke him once,3 At home, whispering of fields unsown.4 Always it awoke him, even in France,5 Until this morning and this snow.6 If ...

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But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars by Wilfred Owen

But I Was Looking At The Permanent Stars by Wilfred Owen

Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.Voices of boys were by the river-side.Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.The shadow of ...

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The Sentry by Wilfred Owen

The Sentry by Wilfred Owen

We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shellHammered on top, but never quite burst through.Rain, guttering down in waterfalls of ...

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The Send-Off by Wilfred Owen

The Send-Off by Wilfred Owen

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their wayTo the siding-shed,And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and sprayAs men's ...

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Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen

Strange Meeting by Wilfred Owen

It seemed that out of the battle I escapedDown some profound dull tunnel, long since scoopedThrough granites which Titanic wars had groined.Yet also there encumbered sleepers ...

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The Letter by Wilfred Owen

The Letter by Wilfred Owen

With B.E.F. Jun 10. Dear Wife,(Oh blast this pencil. 'Ere, Bill, lend's a knife.)I'm in the pink at present, dear.I think the war will end this year.We don't see much of them ...

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The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young by Wilfred Owen

The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young by Wilfred Owen

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,And took the fire with him, and a knife.And as they sojourned both of them together,Isaac the first-born spake and said, My ...

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Exposure by Wilfred Owen

Exposure by Wilfred Owen

I1 Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us ... 2 Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent ...3 Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the ...

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Happiness by Wilfred Owen

Happiness by Wilfred Owen

Ever again to breathe pure happiness,So happy that we gave away our toy?We smiled at nothings, needing no caress?Have we not laughed too often since with Joy?Have we not stolen ...

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The Young Soldier by Wilfred Owen

The Young Soldier by Wilfred Owen

It is not deathWithout hereafterTo one in dearthOf life and its laughter,Nor the sweet murderDealt slow and evenUnto the martyrSmiling at heaven:It is the smileFaint as a (waning) ...

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Music by Wilfred Owen

Music by Wilfred Owen

I have been urged by earnest violinsAnd drunk their mellow sorrows to the slakeOf all my sorrows and my thirsting sins.My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake.Huge chords have ...

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Conscious by Wilfred Owen

Conscious by Wilfred Owen

His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed.His eyes come open with a pull of will,Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head.A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . .How ...

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The Chances by Wilfred Owen

The Chances by Wilfred Owen

I mind as 'ow the night afore that showUs five got talking, -- we was in the know,"Over the top to-morrer; boys, we're for it,First wave we are, first ruddy wave; that's tore ...

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Spring Offensive by Wilfred Owen

Spring Offensive by Wilfred Owen

1 Halted against the shade of a last hill,2 They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease3 And, finding comfortable chests and knees4 Carelessly slept. But many there stood still 5 To ...

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Training by Wilfred Owen

Training by Wilfred Owen

Not this week nor this month dare I lie downIn languour under lime trees or smooth smile.Love must not kiss my face pale that is brown.My lips, parting, shall drink space, mile by ...

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Insensibility by Wilfred Owen

Insensibility by Wilfred Owen

I Happy are men who yet before they are killedCan let their veins run cold.Whom no compassion fleersOr makes their feetSore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers.The front ...

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The Show by Wilfred Owen

The Show by Wilfred Owen

My soul looked down from a vague height with Death,As unremembering how I rose or why,And saw a sad land, weak with sweats of dearth,Gray, cratered like the moon with hollow ...

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Inspection by Wilfred Owen

Inspection by Wilfred Owen

'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.'You dare come on parade like this?''Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,' the sergeant snapped.'I takes 'is name, sir?'-'Please, and then ...

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Winter Song by Wilfred Owen

Winter Song by Wilfred Owen

The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,And were swept up to heaven; where they glowedEach dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,And when the land lay pale for them, ...

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A Terre (Being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers) by Wilfred Owen

A Terre (Being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers) by Wilfred Owen

Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes.My fingers fidget like ten idle brats.I ...

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Miners by Wilfred Owen

Miners by Wilfred Owen

There was a whispering in my hearth,A sigh of the coal.Grown wistful of a former earthIt might recall.I listened for a tale of leavesAnd smothered ferns,Frond-forests; and the ...

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The Dead-Beat by Wilfred Owen

The Dead-Beat by Wilfred Owen

He dropped, - more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet; -just blinked at my revolver, blearily; - Didn't ...

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A Terre by Wilfred Owen

A Terre by Wilfred Owen

(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell,Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied against me -- ...

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S.I.W. by Wilfred Owen

S.I.W. by Wilfred Owen

"I will to the King,And offer him consolation in his trouble,For that man there has set his teeth to die,And being one that hates obedience,Discipline, and orderliness of life,I ...

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With An Identity Disc by Wilfred Owen

With An Identity Disc by Wilfred Owen

If ever I dreamed of my dead nameHigh in the heart of London, unsurpassedBy Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,There seeking a long sanctuary at last,I better that; and ...

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Wild With All Regrets by Wilfred Owen

Wild With All Regrets by Wilfred Owen

(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes!My fingers fidget like ten idle brats,My back's been stiff for hours, damned ...

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As Bronze May Be Much Beautified by Wilfred Owen

As Bronze May Be Much Beautified by Wilfred Owen

As bronze may be much beautifiedBy lying in the dark damp soil,So men who fade in dust of warfare fadeFairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.Like pearls which noble women wearAnd, ...

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Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,And towards our distant rest ...

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The End by Wilfred Owen

The End by Wilfred Owen

After the blast of lightning from the east,The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,After the drums of time have rolled and ceasedAnd from the bronze west long retreat is ...

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Spells And Incantations by Wilfred Owen

Spells And Incantations by Wilfred Owen

A vague pearl, a wan pearlYou showed me once; I peered through far-gone wintersUntil my mind was fog-bound in that gem.Blue diamonds, cold diamondsYou shook before me, so that out ...

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