Who is Wilfred OwenWilfred Edward Salter Owen MC (18 March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier. He was one of the leading poets of the First World War. His war poetry on the horrors of trenches and gas warfare was much influenced by his mentor Siegfried Sassoon and stood in contrast to the public perception of war at the time and to the confidently patriotic verse written by earlier war poets such as Rupert Brooke. Among his best-known works – most of which were published posthumously – are "Dulce et Decorum est", "Insensibility", "Anthem for Doomed Youth", "Futility", "Spring Offensive" and "Strange Meeting".
Owen was born on 18 March 1893 at Plas Wilmot, a house in Weston Lane, near Oswestry in Shropshire. He was the eldest of Thomas and (Harrie...
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Wilfred Owen Poems
- I Know The Music
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 farewells: ...
- The Next War
War's a joke for me and you,
Wile we know such dreams are true.
- Siegfried Sassoon
- Has Your Soul Sipped?
Has your soul sipped
Of the sweetness of all sweets?
Has it well supped
But yet hungers and sweats? ...
- An Imperial Elegy
Not one corner of a foreign field
But a span as wide as Europe;
An appearance of a titan's grave,
And the length thereof a thousand miles, ...
His face was charged with beauty as a cloud
With glimmering lightning. When it shadowed me
I shook, and was uneasy as a tree
That draws the brilliant danger, tremulous, bowed. ...
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Wilfred Owen Quotes
Comments about Wilfred OwenAliterarybot: think how it wakes the seeds— woke once the clays of a cold star. are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir? was it for this the clay grew tall? —o what made fatuous sunbeams toil to break earth's sleep at all? —wilfred owen, 'futility'
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Klausw_pohlmann: 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 for them; no prayers nor bells; >
Alibraryimplies: my friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie: 'dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.' —dulce et decorum est, wilfred owen
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