Treasure Island

Wilfred Owen

(1893-1918 / Shropshire / England)

Poems of Wilfred Owen

21. Elegy in April and September 1/3/2003
22. Exposure 12/31/2002
23. From My Diary, July 1914 4/1/2010
24. Futility 12/31/2002
25. Greater Love 12/31/2002
26. Happiness 1/3/2003
27. Has Your Soul Sipped? 1/3/2003
28. Hospital Barge 1/3/2003
29. Hospital Barge at Cerisy 1/1/2004
30. I Know The Music 1/3/2003
31. I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson 1/3/2003
32. Insensibility 12/31/2002
33. Inspection 1/3/2003
34. Le Christianisme 1/3/2003
35. Maundy Thursday 4/1/2010
36. Mental Cases 12/31/2002
37. Miners 1/3/2003
38. Music 1/3/2003
39. My Shy Hand 4/1/2010
40. O World Of Many Worlds 4/1/2010

Inspection

'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 dismiss.'

Some days 'confined to camp' he got,
For being 'dirty on parade'.
He told me, afterwards, the damnèd spot
Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt,' I said.

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