Who is Wilfred Owen

Wilfred 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".

Early life

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, ...
  • Storm
    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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Life 23 Time 22 Long 22 Death 22 God 20 Never 19 Love 19 I Love You 19 Night 18 Cold 16

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Bye83991: those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.,wilfred owen,age, old age, old ,
Pries10247: those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.,wilfred owen,age, old age, old ,
War_poets: 28 march 1917 wilfred owen is at the casualty clearing station on the somme front ‘they still keep me here, though i go out every afternoon. i have no letters, but have been able to get a few books from a small town where i motored on sunday. i also got a cheap watch’
Ronmanagernottm: clifton colliery, 1895. "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." wilfred owen
Austineodaro: the old lie: dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country~ wilfred owen
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